GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER
88
Weekday
Tropical
Beaches!!
WOW
WHAT A JOB I DID CLEANING, OH WONDERFUL HOUSING INSPECTORS OF FORT
PIERCE. AFTER I FINISH THIS SHORT WHITTLE BWOG, MISTER FWUDD, I AM
GOING TO HANG UP MY BRAND NEW FREAKING SHOWER CURTAIN, AND THAT IS
THE END OF MY WORK. WEEEEEEE!
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WEELWEE WUVE DA WEDA BWUG, FWOLKS!!!
You're
not imagining that I am not saying some real major stuff. I want to
get my dam housing inspection over with. Hopefully they will allow me
new kitchen range metal cook circles. I went to clean my two fronts,
as I rarely if ever use my rear burners, and poof; without
even applying any pressure and I am a weak person,
the entire thing caved through!!!! They were pure rust through
and through. Now I know that soaking them once a season is not good
enough, and plan to do my new ones every other weekend so they do not
rust and burn completely through. The part that caved in is obvious,
but I have placed my flashlight in the kitchen for a better view, in
case the housing inspectors scream, as there is nothing I can do
other than leave them in all ugly looking, and then order
replacements at the PHA phone maintenance number later this week.
When I got up on the final 31st morning of January,
yesterday, I had major shit go down that I will be telling another
time. I have come to learn that even a seeker is blocked at certain
times from understanding or learning certain things, that the gods
don't want told and learned. Diana and I had a tiff over my doing
something, and I was punished by being sent into a universe where I
know now is the one where all of this nightmare shit is coming from,
in so far as the Atlantic City actual original people, who are indeed
dream-travelers, and go into all of these people here. This is why I
have no case in court, as who in this caveman age wants to hear that
those who I may be accusing, are really innocent over here in this
world, and that have guilty dream travelers inside of them,
controlling them, and making them do stuff to me for half a century
now that they may in fact not even be aware of after the original
dreamers wake back up in their parallel universe worlds. All I'll say
is that I was at 1208 Greentree Lane, at my Uncle Stuart Huntington
Mason and Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason's home, in Narberth,
Pennsylvania, USA, until Cousin Sandra Mason sold the home late in
the year 1986, when all hell broke loose for all sorts of us in this
'WHATEVER' HUNTINGTON FAMILY, HUH CONGRESSMAN?
No
people, unfaithfulness had nothing to do with my tiff with lightning,
and I will get into it later this week on upcoming blogs, IPYT!
JANE
FUCKSLUT GOT ME AGAIN, KIND PEOPLE!!!!!
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MOHR BLOGS 2006-2016
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MAJOR
COPYRIGHT PROOF THAT THE LOC KNOWS MY STORY IS BEYOND REAL &
POWERFUL:
Now
before the sun has a chance to set on this very true nightmare story,
I will tell you that the flowers were supposed to be delivered to an
audition and repertoire person, a lady, in NYC, (A&R), along with
a copy of my song, written early in 2000 at
Guthrie Short's mansion in Blue Anchor, New Jersey, USA, called,
“Atlantic Queen” and I think it was part of the
copyrighted music project called, 'Russ Walker's Star Travelers of
1896'.
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The
real major part of this is that back then, computers and internet
were still a bit new, and the Library of Congress I don't believe,
had as of yet, made up the list such as the one I PIP into my blogs
from time to time. Notice
how the project with Atlantic Queen,
is perfectly sandwiched in between, no not a Subaru Car Commercial
and Andy Rooney of 60 minutes, great Flatliners Movie Cast and
Directors, but in this case; between
two MAJOR OTHER PROJECTS, that seem to have effected my entire life
in ways,
that go
beyond phrases like mind bending and brain breaking, and bone
chilling;
and you get the general idea!!!!
Why
would the cleaning lady take my freaking copyright certificate for my
music project sent down on 3 July, 2013, called, “You'll Be
Crossing Over”? YYYYYYYYYY?????????? There must be a whole lot of
shit going on that I don't know diddly squat about, kind world, and
unkind dam world!!!
My
music is so totally part of all of this bullshit for 30-50 years, it
ain't funny. Don't freaking laugh, McNulty! I blocked the
reason that I wrote those two songs in 1969, one in early June and
one in middle July, and I was driven mad by Patty-Paula, and that was
why I screamed out horrible cuss words and got evicted from the
Haddon Hills Apartments. My opening early Morianity blogs addresses
this and speaks about this in living nightmarish freaking detail, but
you need to archive on my archive paste-ins folks, as this current
blog only goes back to late 2011 when Meagan my guru got me back in
operation after a major hack knocked me off of my original blogs at
the Blogger Dot Com site. I don't know how people freaking sleep at
night after ruining my entire life since the
nineteen-hundred-sixties. But they do, an din fact, they control
their sleep and they live magical lives, such as my great awesome
cousin Donald. Hey, maybe he was right all along, as all things in
my family are possible. That day up at his Atlantic city hotel and
casino called PLAZA in mid town, he actually thought that I had gone
back to 1986, and brought my daughter up to the future here, and into
his place, just to screw with him. But then, his doppelganger in
hyperspace had already given me that horrible scowl in that Atlantic
City back months before that in late-oh-8. That too is all on my
blogs. The most powerful part of Morianity Blogs would be ending of
2007 and up through middle or late 2010, as this was the period where
the Mili-2-Fawces told me quite plainly, “Hey dude, we're not
taking any prisoners” and POW, my pathetic innocent life was
forever ruined beyond any hope of god dam repair.
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
TANSTALKER
AND MOUNTAINPEN
I
plan to vanish shortly. I would rather die on the road trying to
escape this evil place from hell, than go on here being slowly
murdered, while my magical cousin uses me and ICPE-APE to propel
himself to the job of global top dog GTD. Screw that, Attorney
General Lynch.
Recently
I brought up my joining the Merchant Marines, shortly before working
at the Mars Graphics printing shop, in Westville, New Jersey. I told
how, just as with my father who also joined them at age sixteen,
before World War 2 broke out; both he and I had our service-paperwork
messed with. And now, this entire paragraph
vanished for no reason, and I had to retype it, Sheriff Ken Mascara,
sir, and FCC, in violation of my mother
fucking cunt huffing civil liberties. Do you think that I
would lie, and make up shit about fucking parts of the great United
States government? Hey, I may not know exactly
what's going on, and I never said that I dam ass did, peeps. I
only report the news folks; I don't make
it. I have no power. Making the news
is for those who have fuckiGN power. To quote David Roth, from
the American Honda Plant, in Mount laurel, New Jersey; concerning
this topic, and after I asked him how our lives seem to be so totally
fucked up, no matter what we try to do; and
he said back to me, and the U. S.
Copyright Office has the copy of this, on a cassette tape, from
February of 1988,
“Because we've got fucking enemies, and these fucking enemies have
power, and we don't”!!! It truly is, to quote John Colorado
Henningsen, in 1969, “JUST THAT SIMPLE”!
HEY
POWERFUL PEOPLE AND AUTHORITY OUT HERE:
I
NEED HELP AND PROTECTION, YO:
Sounds Utterly Soul Crushing:
BUT
STILL, DEDECTIVE BRISCOE, IT IS TRUE!!!
Tell
me another great fable, lovely DONNA.
Some
people talk about being eighty-sixed, others speak of being pummeled
and reamed. Many who believe their lives are the product of a really
rotten cosmic deal of a sort, say the decks of the star clusters are
stacked against them, or some such hocus freaking pocus, and all
great Frisbee throwers of the Twilight-Zone. Others just got angry 35
years ago like Steve McGinty did, with his subordinate, at the great
Mars Graphics Printing Shop; and told him he
was a turkey. I have heard yet still others tell me, and I
will quote them, “Mark, dam it, I've been submarined”.
The freaking garbage Spell-Checker on my Open Office program doesn't
even accept the word as valid, and makes me add it to their
dictionary. I did. Still, people have indeed told me this, and I sure
as Store High
In Transport
ain't a lyin' about it; kind folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah
I thought you were a hell of a nice guy once, Ryan, over at BJ's
Studio. Your boss Tony BonJovi
put a big ass knife in my back. Why am I not shocked and surprised,
at that turkey? Maybe because I'm getting used to getting submarined
a lot too, my friend!!! In any event, I think this looks like an
upside down boat, anyway. I guess that eighty-sixes my whittle bwog
and me trying to be cwever and cwoot, huh Mister Fwudd, YO!!!!!!!!!
Enough of this stupid prishy garbage.
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
PATTY AND STEVE!!! Oh sure, some of the smarter agents or dream-force
travelers, or as Bob Andrews said it so great, back in the middle
nineteen-hundred-seventies, 'whatever', guessed by now about these
powerful people in my past; and how they have way more effect on me
here, from their transdimensional realities as they do in this
waking world here. How any of you can live a lifetime in 3-D, boggles
my mind; after I have lived in the full five dimensional truth of
existence for so very long. Think about it seriously for goddess'
sake. The Bible says that the Almighty accuses ''3-D us'' of adultery
and murder, if we are lusting on someone with sexual intentions, or
seeing them while thinking hateful or jealous thoughts. On the 3-D
surface this is totally unfair. Is GODDESS-ALMIGHTY UNFAIR? I think
we all know that that is not the truth. But when this Almighty Spirit
sees us, it sees us in the full 5-D. If we are lusting here, then
somewhere even in the localized hyperspace, our full beingness in 5-D
is indeed sinning in adultery, somewhere. The towel-seepage effect of
that other parallel universe where we are actually committing the
sin, then goes onto cause us in extremely local hyperspace, to merely
have the towel-seepage effect or HSE of merely lusting. Believe me or
don't believe me, the Bible knows the full truth of
five-dimensionality. That dude in my nightmare last night, was STEVE
at age thirty, and I too was younger there. I am a few years his
junior in both of these parallel worlds, there as well as over here.
Steve was with Santa Claus, and Patty Hollister, back in March of
1975; one of the two times that stuff was being moved from my
apartment at Dellway Arms, in Oaklyn, New Jersey, USA; into the place
at 1118 Linden Hill, in Lindenwold, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG.
Hey. I'm not trying to get Cousin Callio all
worked up or excited here with all of this, but it is all the truth,
and it must be spoken on Morianity, as Morianity IS TRUTH, and
nothing else BUTTTTTT!!!!
JANUARY
31, 2016, 3:53 POST MERIDIAN
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