JEEEEEEEEZ MOTHER FUCKING LOUISE, LIFE TOTALLY SUCKS A HUGE THROBBING COCK!

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!

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Maybe this, and maybe that; but let's cross all those bridges later on when we get to them, folks!

Architecture > Bridges

MARK WAYNE MOHR

There's nothing fucking sunny and bright about any of the dirty rotten shit, that has been done to me underhandedly since the god dam day that my mother fucking mother, dropped me accidentally, on the streets of West Philadelphia; back in early 1957. Still, I really do try laughing at it all, just as my wonderful daughter does with her stair chase memories from when she was two, as was I, back in Will Smith's hood nabe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is what the forces of Mister Hall don't want said when compressed and condensed into a quintessential nutshell. Ever since the electromagnetic experiment at the Philadelphia Navel Yard during World War 2, a few top people in countries the world over, knew that parallel universes are real and not some Wizard of Oz stories with secret meanings inside of secret meanings, like an out of control dream within a dream and light-bulbs, that only go on in the worlds of PC, and Microsoft, and word and office programs; and not up in Jersey at Dellway Arms, in 1974, when to quote the mighty Resorts Hotel, of Atlantic Hack Trump City; “IS WHERE IT ALL BEGAN”, with or without seances or Sabrina Collins at the great Colinwood Estate, on the terrific marvelous fabulous electrifying television show of the sixties, called “DARK SHADOWS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THEY WANT OUR RESPECT; GREAT CUZZ!!!

A GREAT PLACE TO SHOP; FOLKS!

If I had all of the answers, dear asshole fellow citizens of Planet Earth, I wouldn't be in here with a totally fucked up and failed life from HELL! I never ever said I had all the answers. I may have some wild and different spins on lots of fucking dam shit, as a result of 61 years that none of you could ever fathom, but that's all I ever laid claim to. When I followed Know-It-All PP-SENIOR'S great advice, even stuff left in the garbage can at mom's GAP shipping company office, THAT is when I began getting into all of this incredible trouble. Now this can be a coincidence, but even Rodney D seemed to know shit before it all went down in Atlantic City. My only question is how he knew and who put him onto me. He was just trying to get my pal's mom to date him, and in those days back in 1969, married men having affairs was just as prevalent as today, but it was more kept in closets, as what homosexuality, for another example. I say this only to make my points, that one, times have changed big hyper time, and two, Jesus Christ, just who was out there following me and my family around all these years and decades and hours and days??? Even if I bought into the dam fuckiGN theory that presents itself by anyone watching the H-2 Channel tonight from 6-7 of the clock; about the secret book and America, and how this episode could possibly explain that when the National Reconnaissance Office randomly did what they were designed to do, and heard for example, phone calls from Jim Burr and I, and then it all snow balled from there; this would still not explain why this was going on well before meeting Jim Burr at computer school, in 1973's summer time, at the great and powerful one and only Cherry Hill Mall number-1 Building, up on the seventh floor. Good old seven, right Sueann?????????? Oh those black eyes and endless powerful poor-dice right crosses; tee hee hee, Lilly Munster!

This did not begin with my life, but thousands of years ago, and several friends of my great all mighty Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason, seemed to know this. What possible reason would exist, for my Aunt to be really tight friends with the Shah of fuckiGN Iran? And do things like this, happen in ordinary god dam reality? If they did, why did all the fuckiGN shit happen in Atlantic City after my cousin Sandy the great and her boyfriend Dave, back in 1967, come down there and stay with mom and I at Room number 323, at the fuckiGN Trinity-Hotel, of course it was called the Trinidad, here up north of Cuzz Trumps great borderline; huh lovely Cooley Hall Emmy-Lou Amy????? Cut me a break, Margie Leo-1985!

HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA, you mother fucking missed me; you water witch bitch, Jane Sleazeweedsdisease, YO!!!! It's now page fucking twelve, and she missed me by the skin of my mother fuckiGN twat licking balls with her famous strike of PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN. Just writing this shit makes me want to jump into my mother fuckiGN god dam shower with three bars of Mack Summer-Camp Kaiter Ivory soap, YO YO YO YO!!!!! 55555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555

Don't fuckiGN die on me, Sir Elton; and all the great memorable 'Saturday all right nights', in 1970, and sixteen years later on; but it was either you, or the Marcucci gang bug club of England, that did that wild cool Strawberry Fields song, and I don't remember which of you it was right now; with all of my miseries and woes; YO bud. Have some on me, BRAH!

HELL HAVE A DOZEN ON ME, OR ON WALMART. HI ELTON VOICEMAIL-AT&T!

SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT; as for me, a big fat heart wrecking hamburger'll do just fucking fine; YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOW WHO CAN SAY NO TO THE GAP WALMART STORE, WITH DELICIOUS SHIT LIKE THIS AND THE BERRIES, AND JUST THINK, NO DAM HYPERSPACE SHIT, JUST THE GREAT FOOD ENJOYMENT. HI WALMART.

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DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT FUCKING SAYING IT, DONNA!!!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND MERRY CHRISTMAS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!

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AFTER MORIANITY BOOK TITLE:

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Our love was true, our love was rare

No other love could ever compare

Now that you're gone

My spirits are low

And baby baby baby, I love you so.

Re-copyrighted as a compilation music project in June of 1980, from my apartment at 1802 Robin Hill, 4^th and Preston, Voorhees Township, NJ-USA.

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Mohr demo tunes.

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Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.

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To this day, I will never know what Lenny McKinnon, the U.S. Copyright, and others, all pulled off, after I went to that music attorney named Malcolm Rosenberg, early in the autumn of 1980 or somewhere around there. I sent the four songs on one open reel tape at a speed of 7 and one half IPS, full track recording tape, copied onto my RS1500US open reel semi-pro mastering machine that I bought from the Martin Audio/Video store in Manhattan, in May of 1980 and was delivered to my apartment by UPS early in the first June week, right before my powerful unfathomable bizarre Lois Foca dream-HIE-RAW! Suddenly Marcy Levy and Robin Gibb, from the famous BEEGEE assholes, had made a song that was rapidly going into lower numbers on the Billboard Hot 100 Music Charts, called, “Help Me”, speaking of major fuckiGN symbolism, YO. After I saw the attorney recommended by my arranger, Mister Glenn, the song magically seemed to pulled off the air, and was killed cold, but no one ever spoke a word to me about shit, not Howard Solomon, not Lenny McKinnon, not Malcolm Rosenberg. Then came the real kicker of all kickers, Sheriff Mascara, and Attorney General Pa, Bondi, of Florida-USA-ESMWG. You can see it for yourselves with the above pasted in U.S. Copyright Office PAU forms that show a history of my musical copyrights. My 1994 book, The Permission Barrier is not included as this was not a song, and only goddess knows why the roulette system from two years before that in 1992, was included, as that was not a song but a system for playing 'inside numbers' roulette. Still, I never was given a copyright on the song and its arrangement in 1980. The joke is that in 1977, before this particular internet form is used, I had copyrighted the LOST LOVE song. But it was the arrangement that was stolen, and even without the copyright, Tom Glenn my arranger was paid in full by me as work for hire or whatever they call it, it is all owned by me, legally my property, copyrighted or not, as long as tom Glenn is available to go to court and witness this for me someday. Then the fucking press will no longer be able to call me a mother fuckiGN crackpot, oh GAP Sheriff and GAP Mizz Bondi-AG, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR, THE ABOVE PARAGRAPH IS TOTALLY 100% TRUE, THAT I AM THE AUTHOR OF THAT SONG, THAT I PAID FOR THAT ARRANGMENT THAT WAS STOLEN BY THE BEEGEE MUSIC GROUP IN 1980, AND THAT THIS ROTTEN INDUSTRY OF ENTERTAINMENT HAS GONE AFTER ME, AND RUINED MY ENTIRE LIFE, AFTER THIS ALL HAPPENED.

If this was a real world, some fuckiGN attorney or somebody would contact me, verify all my mother fuckiGN shit, and then split the lawsuits I legally deserve to pursue, 5-/5- contingency!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is how I know that I died and went to fuckiGN HELL a very long fuckiGN cunt ass time ago; you rotten old world stinky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Milituforce is getting their way big time on dirt ball WALL STREET. Any damage to my property or major persecution, and this is an inevitable reality of 'B' following 'A'!!!!

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

QUIT 'FUCKIGN' HACKING ME, YOU JERK OFF COCK SUCKING ALIENS FROM HELL!!!!! I WILL SEND THIS MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' ENTIRE SOLAR SYSTEM HURLING OUT OF THE SOLAR ORBIT, IF YOU DON'T STOP 'FUCKIGN' SCREWING FUCKING CUNT WITH MY ASSHOLE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! YOU SLIME BAG DIRT CHEWING SHIT EATING FEMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What really pisses me fucking off, is what Ron Wirtz, the ADA, over at the Camden County Prosecutor's Office, up in Jersey; told me in 1993. He said, “Mark, get a computer, and learn how to talk to them, as I have done”. He was referring to some funny faces that he would get posted when he tried to start a dialogue with some of these enemies of mine, to see if maybe this would stop my death siege and allow for some possible negotiations with these mind bending mother fuckiGN legal terrorists from Wall Street and NSA-NRO or whatever, wherever, RAW!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have blogged now for ten years, Ron Wirtz, Senior; sir; and NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Screw you 2.

NO MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF THIS SHIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, PEOPLE, YO!

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TTTTTTTOMMMMMEY BOY, TTTTTTTELL ME WHY YOU ALL LLLLLLLLOVE TA HHHHHHHHURT MMMMMMMMMME SO MMMMMMMUCH? Here is one victim who needs more than an advocate, Detective Goren; he needs to see a lot of people on a lot of obituary notices!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Malcolm, WOW, symbolism; ain't it fucking great when it kicks you in the ass day and night???

Oh the gods know how badly I love you, Diana!

Lighthouse Queen Sarah, I figured out how you pulled that other side of the Cifaloglio transfer station, being warmer trick. My going there was one and the same thing, with an Astral-Body, as being five months in the future; where it was a warm spring evening, instead of a cold winter night. But Mister Vitteritti sir; I have not yet been able to figure out exactly what flowers to get, and who to deliver them to, in NYC. Maybe Professor Kaku, and James Redfield, if brought together in a wild collusion, would present an answer to me. At least it might be a start; huh lovely Jennifer Washburn? Give my best to Twinbay, if you see her. Tell her I am trying not to be so totally fucking negative. WEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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CHAPTER 124

***HIFISAF***

That hurricane out there is sitting around like a lazy bum, or like quite a few scum bags I have known in my life, that I referred to as ''welfare-rats''. But people are one thing, and Mother Nature is a whole other story.

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I have not mentioned this on my blogs for reasons I feel better for right now, just not discussing, how almost every night, I have HIE about or 'dream about' the Atlantic Ocean somewhere during what mortals like to call the dreaming cycle or periods throughout sleep where body-mind goes into rapid eye movement or REM. For the first time in a week or more, this was not the case last night. Just sayin', to quote one of so many new age expressions.

The night before last, while I was body surfing in a parallel universe, at some beach that I never have been to over here in the universe where my body is attached to me physically; I was also talking to the mighty Sarah Krassle, telepathically. She told me that PEEPEE SENIOR was telling me that stuff about magnetic polarity and expansion forces from void out to plant out to hyperspace, and how only carbon entities connect into this otherwise neutrally effected force of simply polarized plus or minus, but how carbon beings translate this into good and bad. I cannot tell the whole entire deal that I was discussing mentally, with the energy that pulsates through this planet's biosphere; but I will say this much. It seems that before her old ex-coworker kicked the Jimmy Durante bucket and the world went both wild and mad, several times over; that they had to quote the little kid on the ''OH GOD MOVIE'', when he was talking to little Tracy, and I quote, “You two had some rap session” Steve was the one who had told me that, and it seems that my great memory had failed me. I now do remember once Sarah Krassle reminded me, in her Atlantic Ocean state of being, that indeed, Steve had said all of this to me back in 1974, and without a pirates patch, or any YARRRRRRRRRRRH'S spoken, or cool Halloween jokes told one day up in Gloucester Sharks City!

Now before I move into some of the things for today's message; a whole lot of mother fucking screwy shit is going on all around me, and all around the entire world. This thing all around us is inside our heads, or better said maybe, it is our heads, or even still said better, it is us only they allow us to think that we are somehow real and unique and free willed functioning entities, when this entire thing is a super huge simulated videogame from a thousand years out or some kind of an equivalent, to nearly quote the mighty minded professor at NYU, Honorable Sir, Michio Kaku!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Maybe this, and maybe that; but let's cross all those bridges later on when we get to them, folks!

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How do I know they are in your mind and literally, they are your mind? Simple. I have been blocking something else that my dad told me in 1974 when he came up to Oaklyn, to the Dellway Arms Apartments, to visit with me after a decade of his mysterious disappearance when I was nine and a half or so. Also, I blocked the shit from a few months later still, when I was over at PP-Senior's Philly apartment that day, that all connects into this other thing my Space Platforms Star Trek father imparted to me early one morning in January around two or three of the clock. Shortly after he had told me before we retired for the night, about his Island Universe deal; he told me all about his very unique and somewhat disgusting, to quote my treadmill shoe tossing kid; way of reaching this astral place. We need not get into this revolting bullshit for right now. I know my entire family all know the ugly details. Before I go onward, Federal Communications Commission, the fucking dirt bag enemies who don't want any of this info spilled on these blogs, are hacking me with that recently brought back old hack that was not bothersome for a long time, the hard to click mouse hack, I call it. You click hard over and over until it works, and this is total mother fucking civil rights violating bullshit hacking, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will get back to Patty, Steve, and my GAP dad! When the enemy is on me with nasty ass hacking, I just move on and do it later. We all have to mother fuckiGN sleep some time, as they tell the biggest baddest dudes in prisons the world over. In other words, no matter how touch you are, a 99 pounder awake can be a lot tougher than anyone asleep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I totally love TWB. The photos are so way cool, times a mega-shout, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dark shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!

Many many many illusions indeed, lovely Ingrid!!!

Telephone harassment with my debt collectors is on another big giant fucking roll, folks. Every time the Dow Jones moves upward, I get hit hard by the business world who understands exactly how to apply a powerful stealthy horrendous weapon, called Applied Parallel Event, or Intentionally Created Parallel Event, the same basic fucking bullshit! They all got it from my Cousin ?don who when I dared to use this at his Castle Casino and the CCC came to me and asked me what I did to win, and I gladly told them, boy oh boy oh boy, mommy dearest and Doctor RPL, they really sicked the fuckiGN dogs on me after that one. How is that said, let's use his own weapons against him? From there, it never ever looked back, from 1986. But if you think that this or anything for that matter is ever that simple, then you would be wrong. My train trip to Orlando Florida in “December of 1983 has a lot to do with al of this horrible monster shit, as do magical strobe-lights from HELL!!!

Please don't give me any black eyes, or right crosses; all Susan's everywhere; including computer school in 1973; huh 1994 all 'TPB' books the world over??????????????????? Exim ratio's; cut me a big bweak willya, Mizz Margie freaking Leo; YO YO YO???

HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE

CHAPTER 124

OCTOBER 2, 2015,

LATE FRIDAY MORNING AT 11:28,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 84 DEGREES FNHT.

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 77%, FEELING LIKE 93.

WIND IS NNW AT 6, GUSTING TO 9.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-84/L-75).

I am so sick and tired of being totally innocent, while being accused of always being the instigator, and the bad-guy in everything.

HOLY CALL TEN CALLIO. THIS IS WHY I LOVE BIG CORPORATE AMERICA SO MUCH; LOVELY UNITED STATES. HERE I AM TELLING HOW THEY DID SOMETHING TO ME THAT WOULD MAKE WEEKER MINDS DO REALLY BAD THINGS TO OTHERS, AND NO ONE HAS A CLUE, WELL, MAYBE MY ANGER IS NOT ALONE ANY MORE. GREAT SPEECH, MISTER PRESIDENT. SEE HOW THIS ALL WORKS YET, SIR?

NOW LET'S PROBE FURTHER!!!

THIS IS A RE-POST COPY ON MY OPEN OFFICE W.P.

WHY SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE???

“Y SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”

(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009)

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.

Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?

GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.

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anonymous said on Apr 02, 2009....

You shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she watches the show.

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This is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you ladies and gentlemen:

BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR

BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT

BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT

BECAUSE I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS.

BECAUSE I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.

GET IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATED NOW!

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END TRANSMISSION, FOLKS, WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

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