GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

CHAPTER 80

BOY OH BOY OH BOY; MOM, MOOMY DEAEST, MOMMY DEAREST, AND UNCLE WONDERFULIFE BILLY; THE SKIES WERE NASTY. AS SOON AS I WENT OUT TO PURCHASE A FEW BUCKS OF GROCERIES TO TIDE ME OVER UNTIL DISABILITY PAYDAY NEXT WEEK, POW; THE CHEMTRAILS SUDDENLY APPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE RIGHT ABOVE ME, AND ASSAULTED ME HALF TO DEATH. HEY, BUT WHAT ELSE IS NEW WITH THESE DIRT BAG MILITUFORCE ESS BRIGGBASE ASTRAL ENEMIES, IN HUMAN MATTER CONVERSION; SIR PRINCETON-EINSTEIN, YO????

HEEDA-WEDA, KIND FOLKS, YO:

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Now, the rest of all of Morianity, is the attempt by me, Mountainpen, to connect the greatest and most incredible dots in all of human history, so may the heavens pity me if I am wrong? I hope my mouth works a little better than poor Tommy's, Mister ADA PHASE-4-Jack McCoy.

COPYRIGHT MARK WAYNE MOHR 2012, REWRITE FROM 1983 ALSO COPYRIGHTED UNDER TITLE THEN, “GIRL, I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, NOW UNDER REWRITE TITLE OF

“YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”

MY MUSIC PROJECT #29.

ONLY WHERE IS IT, MISTER HOUDINI?

VERSE ONE

I'm so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new

Let me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few

Oh my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew

We're down and out, and we will even go to work for you

You seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two

I am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue

While we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe

Oh please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you

We'll help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew

But greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say

I've been working hard out in the sun all day

And I'm not giving any freaking fish away

VERSE TWO

So when you add your salty tears directly in the sea

And when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me

Just take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty

And right into the undertow, and stop annoying me

And talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish

You loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch

I have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled

So either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed

Guys like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled

People say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day

But I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay

So I'm not giving any of my fish away

VERSE THREE

They say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand

And mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand

Storms blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died

The sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried

And on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned

Ignoring waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound

Just another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill

A lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill

The king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again

Yet locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben

I've been working hard out in the sun all day

So yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay

And I'm not giving any of my fish away

VERSE FOUR

You'll be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer

You'll be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer

You'll be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking

You'll be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking

You'll be crossing over, watching all the others eating

Feasts with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating

Forever seeing many fish, but never on your plate

You had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate

You'll be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover

Forever doomed to hear the words you always used to say

That you've been working hard out in the sun all day

Oh yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay

So you're not giving any of your fish away

END OF SONG.

Yes people, this will be a very interesting next few days. FOLKS, I TOLD YOU THATBACK IN SEPTEMBER OF 2012. DID I NOT, YO?

I am the Chosen Cursed HUNTINGTON, and the chosen cursed Huntington never is recognized no matter if I should jump up in the air and fly around like Jenny Johnson and even toss a shark through a high rise condo window. This was all eluded to in my great book from 1994 as I must slap my own back as no one else fucking will, yes, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Don't you dare fucking mock me; Mister McNulty!!!

OH MY WONDERFUL ARM BREAKER GINA, I am here to tell you that I need to remind peeps that this PARALLEL EVENT THAT HAS DESTROYED MY ENTIRE LIFE, A CRIME THAT WILL MOTHER FUCKING GO UNPUNISHED FOREVER IN THIS CRUEL CUNT EATING MONSTER ASS COSMOS; needs for me to remind the world, OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER, AND SO I WILL DO JUST THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Last night folks; I was in another one of my recurring dreams, to use mortal lingo. Let me elucidate, elaborate, and cry on your shoulders for just a seck; great peeps.

I may be dead and stinky by noonan, Robert Cheatley Patterson, and Doctor Corriell. Fuck Jonas Salk, I can take blood out of anybody, and when it goes back in, you're fucking 18 again, and I never went to mother fucking ass college, and I simply met a powerful lightning goddess in 1983, or was it really 1983, for that fucking matter? Just what the shit is real, or funny, or a nightmare, WEEEEEEEE? Hay, I am not the Cosmic fucking Swami, ladies and gentlemen, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'Moocho Sickem swalen cherundo', and flowers, and Frank Callio, and Cifaloglio heart attacks, right old pal, rapper, DEEZY SLIM? Hell, all that's left besides my 1983 sweet previous song, would be two keys too close together on keyboards, and McDonald's Restaurants in Atlantic City, with wild and shady Mayors; am I correct, my wonderful, awesome, and powerful goddess, Jennifer Washburn, and Tiffany; my 2 old and dear friends? SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, how I miss those days, and you too Ballgame Nick, and the fun we all had before things got so bad, and we forgot what we all had, crissake man, this is not real, but is it fucking ass Memorex or monster-ass? Yeah fat lady, you can fucking sing now!!!!!!!!!! Hey up here in twenty-sixteen, I like the new administration up north there in Atlantic City. I think the new mayor is really cool, dog gone it; I really do.

PRIVATE LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR

This entire Pedigree World flooded once, because this great empire ruler was displeased with her great video game. But there is an extra ingredient with me unlike with anyone fucking else. No matter what I do, I get turned to toast, by these powerful Astral Gods/Goddesses, and my old 1975 pal can say it a lot better than me, ''whatever''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When the expression ''damned if you do and damned if you don't'' was created, I was the one they were thinking all about, I assure you of that. Then there is an extra-extra-ingredient that's involved in all of this. This great simulation-game or simulationogram as I have come to refer to it as, has a name, and unlike the ''EXPLORATRONIC-SUPERMIND-SOCIETY'', Morianity, as it is being told and translated, by Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr; has a given this dreamforce this name, a real actual name has been assigned and given to this fantastic cosmic game, and yes, BY HER; the great and powerful, and in fact screw the wizard of OZ, THE ALL-POWERFUL PINK GODDESS, and we all should know it by now, “GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Any serious bible-student, degreed seminary scholar, and the like, sees with perfect and unmistakable clarity, should they carefully, and open mindedly, read the beginning of the KJV-CHRISTIAN BIBLE, that this incredible game that our beyond awesome and inconceivably unfathomable god (TRIPLE-GODDESS) was sure to provide us through the direct control of the prophets using this ESS-GTNOTG-GAME; just exactly how this entire time-line or (human-history in this world), in a gigantic game of hers, from HER-HOLY CITY the great capitol city of PLANK (Astral Realm), known there as Sahasra Dal Kanwal, meaning after translated into waking world modern English tongue, “CITY OF THE GREAT SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE”.

JANUARY 26, 2016,

TUESDAY NIGHT AT 10:08,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 63 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-75/L-53).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 93%. WIND CHILL IS 62 .

WIND IS SE AT 4, WITH GUSTS TO 23.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---4.

© MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR 2006-2016

I WAS JUST FUCKING MAJOR-HACKED, SHERIFF MASCARA, AND ATTORNEY GENERAL BONDI. IT IS THAT FUCKING HACK WHERE THE LINE MOVES ON THE WORD-DOCK PAGE, BUT IT WON'T DO ANYTHING, FROZEN UP WITH THE CURSER LINE STILL BLINKING. I NEED TO BOOT OUT OF THE WORD PROGRAM AND COME BACK ON. TIME OF THE HACK WAS 10:13 POST MERIDIAN, 1-26-16.

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KEEP YOUR BIG MOUTH SHUT NOW, DONNA!!!

She used to say, and I quote; “If you don't like cats and dogs and kids, there's got to be something wrong with you somewhere”. I am speaking of the world's great and now sadly late, disco diva, Mizz Donna Gaines Summer!

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Well gooooolllleeey Sergeant Carter, USMC, sir and a great big stench sucking SHEEEEEEEEEEIT!

A GREAT PLACE TO SHOP; FOLKS!

I was speaking to Mikey down in Miami a short while back, and we talked quite a while. The earlier part of this blog was when I got back home from a little bit of shopping, the later part was after I spoke with my buddy, and then ate a little non-Betty-Davis-DIN-DIN and that is why the time later on in this blog is also later on in time. WEEEEEEEEEE! Sheriff Mascara, my hackers are on me big time. If it doesn't stop, they will be totally fucking crushed and destroyed under all enemies of Mark Mohr on a Magnetic Sound Machine punishment crush destruct order, and that's a dam promise, kind friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mikey told me about some cool products at Walmart Store for a real great buy as far as prices go, and I will be checking it out when I go past there shortly on errands that I must take care of after my Housing Authority Inspection on Monday, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!

Yes sir, ma'am, just what would these bored fucking prick dip shits do if they did not have me to pick on and persecute? Obviously the markets must be up a thousand points with this harassment starting up perdy fooking badly today, Tuesday, YO BRRRRRRR!!! My problem with lovely Egg Harbor Township up in Jersey Mizz Twinbay, is it really is difficult and impossible to stay real cheery and bright spirited when being viciously fucking persecuted and harassed all of your adult life ever since DOOMSDAY for me, back on August 15 of 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND MORE APPROPRIATELY WORDED I SUPPOSE, FOR ME ANYWAY; ''HACKED-INTERNET''!

''HACKED-INTERNET''!

My big fantasy, kind Sheriff Mascara sir; would be to have whoever is doing all of these horrendous fucking evil monstrous things to me for thirty straight years, all chained together up on a bridge. The waters below would be filled with those fish that eat people to death, Parana fish, or whatever they are called, and however they are spelled. The bridge would then slowly become fucking ass electrified. They all are stuck in an ever increasing agonizing tear between jumping into fish eating death, or remain on the metal bridge frame slowly being cooked alive, by my wonderful lightning goddess DIANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just thought that I would share me' whittle tiny dare-thought with you, kind sir. If you were me and suffered for nearly 355 months; believe me when I tell you that you'd be thinking the very same thoughts and worse. Just wanted to share!

I won't lie when I look at this photo, sir. I can really picture this is my mind. To quote the kids, kind sir; “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Keep up the great work, COMCAST. I just wanted to plug you here a bit, on my whittle bwogs. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

I am going to have a nice hamburger now and watch a good show on the ol' tele as they say over in Great Britten.

Oh wonderful lightning, please don't ever leave me, beautiful baby-blond!!!!!!!!!!!

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GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

CHAPTER 79

I went to visit PINK GODDESS--SSJKK in my spirit earlier this morning around just after nine. I tranced out and found myself willing myself forward out in space, through the stars. Eventually they began to thin out until their were only cluster circles far away (other galaxies), and suddenly, there she was, PINK GODDESS, just like out of Star Trek on that episode called, “Where No Man Has Gone Before”. I melted into her and she loved me beyond anything, and I cried like a baby for a trillion years or so and told her she is so beyond awesome.

Now as with all tales written by Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr, they do not end well, and Satan grew jealous of my bliss with my teen-queen and somehow managed to grab my spirit and threw me into a parallel universe (a dream) where I was living back up in Jersey, in a mobile home somewhere in the Atco area, and was still working for the RPL Sound Recording Studio job after all this time since the end of July in 1979. I was going to retire on December 4, 2019 with a nice pension, but for reasons I don't recall fully but can speculate based on a few things I observed there, was broke and had a very old messed up clunker car. Recently I had it completely overhauled and things were fine. I went to start it up to drive to work on a shift I never worked in this universe when there, six at night through half past three in the morning. This is when all hell broke loose. I think that I was living with some really strange people in this double wide trailer, and we all were trying to prove that paranormal and esoteric phenomena was occurring around us, and were documenting things with movie cameras and all sorts of weird ghost-buster type of apparatus.

Suddenly as I was starting up my car, I thought the horn had come on and was broken, only it was another sound entirely, and when I opened the hood up, cars in that parallel universe all operated in a totally different way, and the main system that made them work, was all screwed up. I grabbed some tools from the trunk of the vehicle and was able to take a piece from the front of this large pump type of gismo and tighten a few things up, and it seemed repaired. But when I started to slowly drive off of my property towards the road, I realized I was living on Norris Avenue, and what had been the houses along the one side of it, was a trailer park in that world over there, and it was legal to live in them in Atco over there as long as they were hard down on the ground without wheels. I don't know about the laws of Camden county in this universe here, but over there, it was legal, and come to think of it, Jenny's park was in the next county over to the east in this universe in waking world reality, and that was legal.

So I start driving down Norris towards the White Horse Piker, and suddenly I realize that I was not able to effect the proper repairs, as the steering was not working. No matter how I tried to steer the car, it was trying to go every possible way other than the way it needed to. As I tried to pull over however, someone on the pike driving eastbound, intentionally came over, crossing illegally into westbound lanes of the pike, and struck my car and damaged it severely and then proceeded to speed away. I was not injured, but got out of the vehicle and realized that it had been knocked right into oncoming traffic. Cars began to hit it one after another, and seemed to all be intentionally in on this NASCAR-gone-wrong horrendous multiple car wreck. I was thinking to myself, “Now all I need is for Tony Stuart to come along and kick my ass”. I was amazed it did not happen.

After the car was knocked around and banged up to shit, it was at least knocked back onto the road where it rolled mysteriously onto the lot from which it had been parked before I started it up. My roommates had come out with some tools and test equipment, and I thought that they were going to run over to assist me and see if they could ascertain why it was driving all crazy, but they were running up towards the pike and I looked over to see where they were heading, and up above us was this huge air ship shinning all sorts of colored lights down, and not making a sound. Eventually, on of them opened up my hood and was testing something while this weird UFO was spinning around directly over us and in front of us maybe 70 feet away. Suddenly it shone a green pulsing light down onto the grassy area in front of us, and it burned a message onto the grass. As people drove by, they all got out. I could not see the message from the angle where I was standing, but it seemed to say something utterly shocking, as when people came over to read what it said, they seemed more scared out of their skulls by the message than of the dam ship above us that burned it into the grass.

Then the one roommate connected his ghost-busting machine to some part inside the car engine and the part began to light up like a round white disc, and started to make a sound sort of similar to a choir singing the 'note middle A'. The guy said that he was expecting that. Things were beyond crazy and horrible, and then along came Mikey's brother Joe from Florida, and in that universe, I knew both Mikey and Joe only from Jersey. I had thought that Mikey had recently died and remember watching my doppelganger amazingly telling him this, and then hearing him say back, “Don't believe all you see”. Suddenly we were driving in his car to a local gas station a block away, and it was the Power Test station down the block at the traffic light on the pike that separated the towns of Atco and Chisilhurst. Some weird music was playing from the Family Stations Incorporated radio station WKDN, and they were saying how the President had just died, of the radio network, not the nation. I remember thinking how this was not very funny. Then the man who owned the station came over to me and I noticed that Mike had vanished. The man knew Mike and told me he was alive and well, but that friends of his were telling him just the other day that he had passed. One thing led to another, and I began to realize that people were vanishing all over the place, and some were returning while others were not. I remember thinking if this could be the beginning of the Christian rapture stuff. Then I drove the car back to where mine was being worked on, and I remember getting on a phone that was in my pocket and calling the RPL studio to let them know I could not make it in due to car trouble. Then I realized I was in this parallel universe and began to become aware of the situation, taking me from a TYPE-1-Exploratron, to a TYPE-2-Exploratron. Awareness is type-2-dreaming, and becoming able to control ones double (doppelganger) is TYPE-3. The crazy air ship was still up in the night sky, and lots of bright search lights were all around, and a lot of local government emergency vehicles and ther police had all began to gather around as well by this point in time. Then walking a large white dog, and wearing bright golden framed shades despite it being night, came Nick Cannon, walking down the road, and then I realized through my dreaming-double and having his knowledge and awareness now fully and instantaneously to his as things happened around us, that this Nick was just a man who lived on Norris Avenue, at the far end of the park in a house. Then I realized that he was the owner of the trailer park, and he was very mean and I had to call him Mister Cannon. He never married Mariah Carey in that universe. As I began to mentally focus in on things, I realized there was no Mariah Carey in that universe. However, Patty and Pee were living in the park along with myself, and had a trailer in the middle of the park area somewhere. Suddenly I saw Nick cross the street and approach me abnd tell me my rent is overdue. I told him he would have it tomorrow. He then grabbed my arm while his large dog began to growl and bark at me. He yanked me over and away with him, and as I walked with him a short ways, he smirked and then he laughed, and then the laughter grew louder and louder, until I kept saying to him, “Why are you laughing Mister Cannon”? He finally stopped quite abruptly and I was following him into his house-office, and noticed the sign above that read Atco-Cannon-Park. I sat down and he reached into a mini-fridge and grabbed a dog and a cold glass of foamy beer, and sat down at his desk. My chair was along the side of it. He said to me, I am the owner of that airship that just screwed up your car. He opened a desk drawer and took out some weird proof of his ownership and flung it over at me, striking my wrist and I remember the paper cutting the skin a little, and a drop of blood coming out of the area. He then said, “I won't allow you to go to the pink lights outside, is that clear Mountainpen”? I remember staring at him, and then instantly using all of my will, I turned myself into a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON. I now had full control over my doppelganger (dreaming-double), and I belted out, “I love her, she is Almighty Goddess-SSJKK, and you have no right to tell me what to do”!!! Then he got up from his chair, spit out a bite that he was chewing of his dog, onto a large bright red ash tray that had those real old-days-style thick edges, and stunk to high hell the way the old ones did and when folks never seemed to ever clean them, and I remember recalling the stench very clearly, and thinking how disgusting the prick was for puking that out of his face when he could have just swallowed it for crying out loud! He yelled so loud that my ears rang, and I remember him saying quite clearly to me, “I am running a very carefully controlled experiment, and I'm not going to let you screw it up any more with time manipulations, and your dam travels out to the edge of the Milky Way”!

A lot of shit is not safe to blog after that point. He went onto tell me how life is a huge game and that I am someone who has discovered too much about very secret things. When I asked him why I aware of my universe back where a physical body is asleep in, he said to me, “You know the answer to that, TYPE-3-Exploratron. Go back now and leave my world”!!!!! Instantly, I was here, and I awoke with a bang and it was about twenty past eleven, just past Miss Witch Bitch Thistlethorns time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

CHAPTER 78

Somehow, ad ad-spot such as the one below, seems a little out of season; but so does information about how to swim out of rip currents. I mean even here in Fort Pierce, it is 42 degrees, YO. Even I would not want to be on the beach or in the ocean in a bathing suit, swimming around. Oh well, I do enjoy the quick burst of colder weather, as before I can yell out Jack Robinson loves Susanna Cunningham at light speed squared, it will be hotter than Hottentots and Blue Blazes, all combined. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

IWALU PINK GODDESS, NO MATTER WHAT, FOR ALL ETERNITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Give my best to Gary Mitchell, and Doctor Walking-Freezer-Unit Lovelyblond!!!!!!!!!!!! Your beautiful bright full moon was all over me all night long!!!!!!!!!!

Hey world, at least I know I am a no good rotten worthless loser, and yes Mister S. J. McGinty of Mars Graphics back in 1977, a turkey also!!!!

I am not a member of the Avalon Beach Club, or any club other than the HUMAN RACE. But just what we all are supposed to be racing against, other than for our own entire destruction, I am afraid I am simply ignorant about, kind folks!!!

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WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JANUARY 25, 2016,

MONDAY MORNING AT 7:29,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 42 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-43/L-40).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 92%, FEELING LIKE 40.

WIND IS WNW AT 3, GUSTING SLIGHTLY TO 6.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.

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GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

CHAPTER 77

As you may know, I screwed up the number on my previous blog and said 10 out of every billion, and I meant of course, 100. Sorry about that, kind people!

David Roth and I sat outside his home driveway in my old clunker car, back in 1988, up on Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA, and had quite a rap session; and on tape as well, as I recorded most everything back in those times, and this one tape even made it into one of my copyrighted music-projects, either the Epitome Of Harassment 1 or 2. I don't remember which of these two, but it was one or the other. One of many items that we were discussing, was approximately how many Milituforce-Otamm enemies there were in total, all over the planet. David, as the great and powerful Copyright-Office knows all to well to this very day, said to me after I had posed that question to him, during our quite philosophical, and intent discussion, that late dark cold night up there in Philly, and I'll quote him to the tee; “I would say there are more than a hundred, and less than a thousand”. He'd be proud to know that I have pretty much verified this, and that indeed about 740-780, is the actual best estimate, based on extremely complicated data that was crunched, over a lot of time; that I do not plan on getting specific about, or even into at all on this blog right now; and probably will not do for some time. This as I said on my last blog, Chapter 76 of GTNOTG, breaks down to pretty much 100 out of a billion grouped population, or in smaller numbers, one in ten million!

I was right about the weather in my area, it did not go anywhere all that close to the predicted 'high-forecasted' temperature. Skies were mixed, and now it is beginning to wind down towards evening, at just shy of five.

JANUARY 24, 2016,

SUNDAY EVENING AT 5:01,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 53 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-54/L-35).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 57%, AND WIND CHILL IS 50 .

WIND IS WNW AT 6, WITH GUSTING TO 9.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.

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		MY ENTIRE LIFE HAS BEEN WIPED OUT, AND I HAVE BURIED DOZENS OF TIME CAPSULES TELLING THE STORY TO FUTURE GENERATI ONS.









			HIDDEN IN THE CODES OF MANY ITEMS OF THE ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY, ARE MAJOR ESS SECRETS FOR ANYONE TO LEARN ABOUT AND FIND.



		FOR EXAMPLE, JANE FONDA MAY BE NOT PARTICULARLY LIKED BY ME, BUT HER FATHER WAS A FINE GENTLEMEN AND A GREAT ACTOR.


			HIDDEN IN THE CODES OF HISTORY, IS A MOVIE CALLED, “12 ANGRY MEN”. IF ONE WERE TO LISTEN CAREFULLY, SOMETHING SPOKEN SOFTLY WAS SAID THAT NO WAY COULD HAVE BEEN SAID. MY FATHER SAID IT ALL THE TIME, AND IT WAS MORE THAN MERELY A TERRIBLE GROUPING OF CUSS WORDS, I PROMISE YOU ALL THAT!!!

I hate your miserable dam guts, Jane Onesleaze. But maybe there was a powerful reason YYYYYY Jane Fonda did what she did to me on that horrible spring night in 1993 at the Atlanta Braves Baseball Park, in Atlanta, Georgia, USA, with that clock zooming ONES ATTACK, that Ted Turner her hubby and her was so funny, and wiped me totally out for life!!!!!!!!! Maybe it is all rapped up in that movie from many decades back now, called “12 ANGRY MEN”. My dad in 1975 had returned for his second visit with me, in the summer time, while I resided at 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, in Lindenwold, New Jersey, USA. As soon as I compensate for Mizz fuckiGN Water-Witch Dirt-Bag THISTLETHORNS, and her page-eleven attack, I will tell you the details of this, as it is high time that I do!!!!

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Now that this has been taken care of, YO; my dad was visiting me on his second visit, as there were two, and his second one was when he stayed permanently in the area, and ended up in Philadelphia, through my friend Frank Lombardo, who I knew through Russ Deflavia's parents, and he was the vocalist who sang my SPIRIT PEACE song back in 1975. My mom's coworkers, Phyllis Hillock and Patricia Hollister knew Mister Deflavia as he had the band who his son was the vocalist to. When Mizz Hillock married fiance' Joe, they used the band at their wedding reception. Patty also knew all these folks, along with Steve, the other really young coworker who still in 1975 was barely the age of majority or so. Russ Deflavia had turned 18 a few months earlier, and this too was called majority age for a short while yet, through a temporary rights-for-minors-act that had passed in those days. As soon as I turned 18, they had changed the legal age from 21 to 18 except for a few things such as casino gambling and buying and selling stocks and options and commodities, and this is why I had to go through something, in the early seventies, called the Uniform Gifts to Minors Act, as I began trading the markets in a small way at age seventeen or so. Something that happened one day in the Deflavia basement, that was said to me by Russ and his gorgeous girlfriend Leslie, that never was ever told or blogged, is also a part of all of this wild and totally beyond bizarre bullshit. Russ had just woke up and they were sort of shacked up and together, and she had come downstairs to the ground level of the home there in Philly, and I had come up from the basement where the band was, along with loads of musical amplifiers and huge open reel tape recording machines and large professional microphones all set up all over the place. I merely wanted to grab a glass of cold water, and Leslie had just handed me the glass and when Russ came into the kitchen on the ground level of this large row home, he was rubbing his sleepy eyes, and he said to Leslie, “I wish you'd woke me up like an hour ago, or even maybe a half hour. I was in this dream with a room three times bigger than our basement and ten times more amps and mics and loads of people, and letters were up on the wall that were painted in bright blue, and I think they said E-S-S, you know, like princess or hostess”. He then said, and this is almost a perfect quote still, and I never thought I'd forget this, until I did, and suddenly it all came back to me just before doing this blog this afternoon, “I thought I was in some STAR TREK show, they said they could all pop in and out of the universe or something really crazy”. Now folks, how many of you remember the large room filled with musical amps that was in MY DREAM a year or so back in time, and they admitted they were ESS, or what I called ESS?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This vocalist, Russ, sounded amazing close to the lead singer QUEEN. Looking back, I wonder if something really stranger than dam strange was going on with all of this, especially when mom's two coworkers, Patty Hollister and Phyllis Hillock were all involved in the shit. Steve knew them too, but Steve and all the shit we talked about the previous year in his Philly apartment, that would take weeks and months to really get into it all, and then tie it all into the shit I now am blogging about, the ESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To quote James Maverick Rockford here, “We can always get back to this”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Para-llel universes, Copyrighted registration certificate-PAU000204015, Paula, Patricia, and more (PA) stuff; is all topic for expanded ESS data at a future time, kind people. Again, “We can always get back to this”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The topic of ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society) is quite intricate and complex, huh Mister PP? Even that pertains to DREAMS, and parallel universes of hyperspace. I had told PP (Paul Evans Pedersen), my EX-business partner of the Studio Park Records Company (SPR-CO) in a wild dream nearly a decade ago somewhere, and I quote, “You're intricate”. He was in a very fowl and evil mood in the 'DREAM', and I remember it like I had it just last dam ass night, kind folks, YO!!!!!!!! Once we get onto the ESS, we find it is part of just about every dam facet of our lives, 24-7, not our waking lives, not even our sleeping lives, it is more like the “Lives Matter” movements of recent society due to all of the dam stupid gun violence. ALL lives matter of course, and so I can totally get it when after a white police officer shooting a black person happens, it should be all about “BLACK LIVES MATTER”. Also, if it were to happen in other racial overtones, then just an “ALL LIVES MATTER” rally makes sense. So when I draw this comparison to the ESS, being not just part of all of our waking or sleeping lives, but our entire lives from cradle to grave; I merely am saying that we must start to see the reality that while we are awake and living our lives here in this world and this universe, it is filled with T3E of the ESS, having countless dreams, or maybe to say it even more accurately, converting to T1E or regular normal dreamers, who just fall asleep each night and dream, or TYPE-1-EXPLORATRONS, as opposed to TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, our waking world is filled to the brim with exploring entities of hyperspace, just as while we all sleep ad go to visit their worlds. It works both ways. Not only is our world filled with them, but all of us as well, go to all of them, sooner or later. We all our merely a fifth dimensional piece of mind-energy. The mind realm or sixth-dimension is sending its signal down into this 5^th dimensional hyperspace system, and this is how it works. It is natural and normal. Now some advanced dreamers have learned the art of dream-travel or to quote Mister Carlos Castaneda, the ART OF DREAMING, as his great books discuss, and are a must read for any serious MORIAN.

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WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 76

It's a perdy dern chilly morning here in southeastern central Florida, at 36 and feeling 30. Florida gets a few cold snaps, and this is one of them, Jim BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HH-88, huh Herbert Huntington of 1947 in early February. Thankx to your son Arthur, we Huntington descendants are all here hanging around someplace.

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KABOOM, Mister Clancy!!!!!!!!!!! Mister David Leigh Smith, back in the autumn of 1970, at Haddonfield, New Jersey, in the Cooley Hall; Sir ROTTENBERRY ROCKDROID LURCH, PROGRAMMING OVERRIDER, SIR;

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The ESS is powerful, and something connected to all of it, had to be covered up. One of these travelers had obviously somehow managed to bring back to 1970 physically, what now in 2016, and from the past several years, is called, a ''TABLET''. Before tablets ever came out, my blogs from the very opening books and chapters of earlier Morianity, discussed the WILDWOOD PRESS, but a lot more was involved than just me confusing this stuff. A lot of this all began for me, after I had written my 1994 book called, “The Permission Barrier”, and sent it for copyright on Halloween Day, 10/31/1994. Step by step, came all of it, right down to the time trip back to my high school, the hub cap damage, the visit to my swim and health club, and I could go on and on and it would serve no purpose whatsoever. NOT 'ON & DON', hacker!!!!!

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Thank you very much, TWB. As always, much obliged.

I just covered my screens so Miss Thistlethorns Nonobreath cannot get at me with another of her elevens-assaults. The temperature has risen up to 40 and predicted high is for 58, but I'll be shocked if it reaches it, as this is a real ''cold-snap'' for this part of the country. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Only one person out of ten million has any interest in the subject of taking dreaming seriously here in waking life. The other 9,999,999 people in every ten million group, consider that insane and not being rational. That is a very pitiful mistake, not that it will cause them pain for the most part in their lives, but it sure won't assist someone like me very much in my cause for justice and vindication for those like me who may be called the VOTESS. Yes, there are those who vote and could well be called the VOTERS, and then there are a handful such as myself, the victims of a very ruthless and savage soulless group of deadly dream-travelers, quite accomplished in their skills, way more advanced due to where they truly come from, future points in their individual parallel universe abodes, and we are the VOTESS, pronounced quite similarly to the VOTERS, but way different in truth. We are the victims, or the Victims Of The Exploratronic Supermind Society. In each universe, there are groups, in my best guess, that if you piled up the global citizenry in groups of 10,000,000 (ten-million), one would be a real ESS dream-traveler, or a T3E (Type-3-Exploratron). Guests in the great SSJKK's ''GTNOTG'' GAME, are the same thing as T3E's. So if you pile up one billion people on Planet-Earth, ten have real power over all of the other 999,999,900 other non-ESS dream-travelers around them. They are not always going to be the rich and monetarily-powerful either. Some are, others are not. It won't ever be as easy as 1-2-3 to pick them out in a crowd. Naturally, unlike great wonderful FBI agents in a drug sting or prostitution raid, are not wearing jerseys with ESS on their back, as the feds with their cool FBI jerseys. Hey, that helps the wrong people from getting shot in 'friendly-fire', I suppose, but the last thing that real true ESS members want, is to be exposed and singled out as who they truly are. One is NICK CANNON of course, and another is PAULA KING, also of course. In the parallel universe where Nick has a lakehouse, as described by my late first decade of the century blogs, upon several occasions; and is also operating inside of my once coworker down here in Florida, only over there in that universe-realm, he was my coworker over at Cifaloglio up in Jersey, and that is Mister Youtube Deezy Slim himself, Darius Evans, now a resident of the Carolina's. Over here, he got in with my distant cousin David, who lives in this area up on Hutchinson Island, or did back in the 2011 circa, and they were tight, and did music together, one particular item being that thing they got from me up at the Harvest job when I told them I had just written a song about how this place (HARVEST) could send you to a sike-ward and really make you crazy, and how I had written a song called “General Breakdown At Musicians sike-Ward”. The next thing I knew was that they had used the idea on Youtube. Cool. If I can help a pal to do something, great. I just wish people were not so secretive about so many things, as if the fate of the fuckign Star Wars Intergalactic Darth Vader Club was somehow all mixed up and tied in with it all, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Folks, I may not know the difference between 13 and thirty, and I may be Yancy Jones in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, the Dalmatian Doggie that belongs to the great SSJKK (Stacey), and I sure as hell know I am not one of the six chicks, or my mom's give-away partner from Atlantic city, cousin to the Black Horse Pike car dealer, Mister Robert Rufalo, but I am Mark, and I am going to endlessly know more and more, as we go along, with or without enlightenment and ever evolving awareness to what has been done to me for 61+years now in this mountainpen-lifetime. So

Yes sir/ma'am; I may not be the true inventor of break dancing, as my old ex pal Billy Harner was, BUT; I know the truth about a lot more than even 18 CLEVER GIRLS, or Jim's friend and inventor, Zvonko; with time tablets, and the creation of digital audio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did I say “CG-18 and stop” oh great job-keepers of th eUnited States Copyright Office? Boy do I think you are one great human being, Detective Eddie Green of L&O!!!

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When I was a boy, I was sickened a lot with my mother's rotten fucking cooking. The Sunday shit, when I sang in the Haddonfield church choir, was as regular, as a precision Swiss timepiece. The serious church minded folks had me believing in a personal fuckiGN devil, “SATAN”, who was doing this to me. Well, in a way he was. Someone in the ESS was getting into my mother and making her give me rotten poisonous stuff to ingest from the time that I was cunt lapping ten years fucking ass old. After moving from this place in Westmont, New Jersey, a couple towns over into Oaklyn, New Jersey, my upstairs neighbor Joan Larosa told my mom that she thought I had consumption. In those days, this was a word used often in place of TB. It did not stand for Theresa Bruno, at the RPL Sound Recording Studios of bizarre Gerry, Sue, and Mashell auto theft incidents right around Christmas Holiday time. Wow, Cooley Hall Wormhole Angel McDowell, is this all possible my old friend of the great FCC??? Now folks, shit goes way beyond this very rudimentary and oversimplified introduction, IPYT!!!!!!!!!!

AFTER MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

AS WE ARE ALL ENDLESSLY

MOVING TOWARDS THE 17 YEAR, and to quote lovely Debbie 'Blondie' Harry, the tide is high, allow me please to move this onward.

Mysterious illnesses are used by the ESS, as numerous other medical research studies is as well.

The day my life was forever altered in 1986, I was connected with a lab technician. A couple of years earlier, I also was again, only I was wide awake. Still, being made mysteriously ill, as well as medical people in general, seem to not only be connected into all of these things, but in major ways if you study how the subject of Ufology relates to the country of Ireland. I am not making this stuff up Ken Mattingly, in or out of NASA or on or off the moon, but I do believe in number 13, and how dam ass unlucky it can be, FOR SOME PEOPLE. I do not nor do I plan to, scoff and mock those who take numbers very fucking seriously. They say that if you give an eternal monkey an eternal typewriter, sooner or later, he has to type out perfectly, every single one of Shakespeare's plays. Christians despise these type of things when you say them around them. However, they can love or hate whatever they choose to, and I never could see how it lessens the reality and unlimited power and truth of Jesus Christ, but I will say this here and now, that is indeed true, and anyone who is an accomplished mathematician will agree. The same mathematical reality here, insists that morianity is telling the truth, and that indeed, unlimited parallel universes inside of a multiverse not only all exist, but when someone such as myself figures out these details such as I have; it is pretty hard to dispute anything. The math makes me right and you wrong, oh wonderful terrific great Misses Marola of 1969, ma'am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The vast majority of non-mathematically oriented people will laugh and wholeheartedly disagree. Fine. Stay stupid, legs and all, from Trout Lane to Beaver Drive; huh Bruce Pennock?

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Fix that synthesizer, Brucie-WFMU. Boy is my past filled with extremely colorful people; Sarah Tennessee Krassle! Like super ass WOW, Mister Macy-34!!!!

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GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 75

Hey, don't let me pooh-pooh all over the world with my rotten attitude here, lovely gorgeous TWINBAY from Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey. It's just that I am under something called the Huntington Curse, and as I am here hanging around, hanging in there, and all hung up on the garbage of Planet-Earth, etcetera-etcetera, YO; I sometimes forget to smile or be all that positive and beaming with freaking joy!!!!

Now much of the American northeast is being clocked and pummeled with winter storm Jonas or however they spell this storm's name, and even here in Florida, it is being a very typical late January type of afternoon, and this middle January through early March period of 6-8 weeks, is our little usually wimpy winter, but sometimes, it gets quite 'winterish' for those whose blood gets all thinned out from living here in sunny paradise south central Florida-USA.

JANUARY 5, 2016,

SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:10,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 56 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-56/L-51).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 49%, AND WIND CHILL IS 50 .

WIND IS WNW AT 26, WITH HEAVY GUSTING TO 41.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.

Well I may have done a quick little RON WIRTZ TEST REACTION back last week to try and crash the markets for good, but at least I did not plan on never telling. Morianity sometimes runs quick temporary con jobs on its Milituforce enemies, but it always comes clean and admits the test within a usually short period of time. Unlike the news media reports on talk show lovely Ellen, I promise you, I DO NOT LIE. Hey, for all I know, she doesn't either, and to be quite HONEST, I don't have a clue what the buzz is all about today with this, here on 1-23-16, it merely shows up on my 'TWB'-Application (APP). WEEEEEEE!

Jeepers-creepers peeps and peepers; the maintenance guy was over here at around twenty minutes shy of eleven this morning, and had the hugest toilet plumbers snake I ever saw in my life, and really dredged me out and saved my life. He said to use the great RIDDEX product every couple months, for alleviating my problems of shit-clogging. I should have known this and been on top of it, but that is how my enemy-fawces operate. By continuously fucking me day and night around the clock, 24-7-365.2422 for thirty god dam years, it sort of fucking screws up your normal thought processes, and I suppose is precisely what their plan and goal and objectives are all about, when you start to think and meditate on it seriously!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My phone worked and connected me earlier, to the PHA maintenance emergency after hours number. Praise the great Almighty Lordess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hot holy hog hiccup puke, kind people; this has not been a good year for me, and that is about as stupid a thing to say as anything possible. This is because I have not had a good year ever since middle 1986 forever altered my cunt chewing miserable life. As I speak-type, a major hack struck me while typing my word document, and suddenly my system connected up to some stupid internet site. I was able to stop it!

When you have an enemy like PPK and her great family from washcloth hell messing with you, YOU'RE SUNK BEFORE YOUR SHIP LEAVES THE MOTHER FUCKING DOCK PORT, AND IPYT FOLKS!!!!!

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With or without expressing my appreciation or salutations in general, or attempting to describe or narrate any concepts of the great powerful guns of Naverone, allow me please, Uncle Heinz Gozzwald of Babylon, New York, or ''permit cameras me in 1972'' to say this: I am not a pip, Mister Mummy and Mister Klugman. I do understand the truth about the MIND-REALM (the D-6) and the five dimensions that become a reality in the worlds of truth and matter on the tangible and caporial realm of hyperspace, and yes, I never asked for any of this mother fuckiGN bullshit. I swear that on my oath as an American free born legal non-trumped citizen, and under my eternal Huntington family curse, and on my awesome GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, who a billion or so persons on this planet, simply know as “GOD”; as that is all they choose to want to ever know about her; huh Karen Simons? Tell Jim, thanks for helping me prove a lot of stuff about good old 10-SC Avenue. Oh well, you are another member of the great crowd, so don't feel bad, to quote the wonderful Sharon Payne from 1967, at Haddon Township High School, in Westmont-World-Labs of New Jersey, that haven't happened yet. I could cry or scream, or even throw shoes all over the room, but I only have one pair of shoes, so why ruin them and walk around in socks and blisters. I can still scream and cry, but I'll save that for a visit to my kid's place someday, if ever invited which is extremely doubtful, and she puts on one of her fave horror flicks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh sheeeeeeit, Freddy Elm!

IWALU PINK GODDESS, NO MATTER WHAT YOU AND YOUR ROTTEN FRIENDS DO TO ME, FOR ALL ETERNITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Give my best to Gary Mitchell, and Doctor Walking-Freezer-Unit Lovelyblond!!!!!!!!!!!! There are a zillion reasons why PINK GODDESS hovers out beyond the MWG and uses the GTNOTG to play her endless games. As Morianity progresses endlessly forward, we will begin exploring a whole lot more of this wild shit. IPYT ladies and gentlemen. For right now, may fortune favor the foolish, and ministers and angels of grace defend us all, Daddy Spaceplatforms of January 1974!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

CHAPTER 80, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

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