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THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 90
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THE
FOWL BONES GIN PUSS TRIAL AVERAGES:
''Here
you sit, broken hearted. You came to shit, and only farted''. As I
now proceed in the MORIANITY
story of great truth, and great sorrows; this description of anyone
reading and doubting, is very accurate; despite being taken from 1969
at a public bathroom stall; and was quite
well known in my generation.
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, OH LOVELY
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo.
Where
art thou?
Please
make all of these HOT
HOSE BUCKET PEOPLE EVERYWHERE,
STOP, GAP Mizz A. G. Bondi.
TANKS---TANKS---TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!
TANKS---TANKS---TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!
TANKS---TANKS---TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!
TANKS---TANKS---TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!
Her
name is giant Kate, she says don't mess with me
or
it'll be your fate to get a broken knee
fourteen
hundred pounds she can press so high
up
above her head right up into the sky
and
I don't want your money
©
2000 Ain't Got No Money”
Music
Project “Russ Walkers Star Travelers of 1896”
YOU
MISSED ME, JANE
SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2013, 2014, 2015, and so far in 2016. This is
1986 all mother fucking cunt over again, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DDDDDDDid
I SSSSSSSAY SSSSSSSomething untrue or offensive to you,
TTTTTTTommmmmey boy??? I must have, they fucking jerk off hackers
just hit me again with their 'cannot live without' (`~ HACK),
HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK,
lovely Stacey!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!POOR
FUCKING FOLKS HAVE RIGHTS TOO IN THIS WORLD, but
only those Jack McCoy rights they can defend.
If
we don't fight and shout out to authorities, they will end up taking
every cent from us,
and
leave us at their doorstep, to be
THEIR
TOTAL FUCKING SLAVES;
and
I refuse to go back to the days of slavery!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
popped out of some wild NIGHTMARE when I was dreaming it was the
morning of August 15 in 1986. It seems I cannot ever get back to the
universe I left before I hit my bed, at that Cherry Hill home of
magic pharmaceuticals and soon to come MISS LEE TEENAILS!!!!!!!! Oh
Lordess (SAR)
(AH),
what
a lovely world I am stuck in.
It is not the world but a game called GTNOTG. Maybe I am tied up in a
shop on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, Geraldine Supergirl
Shahpals. WOW
MACY
STACEY
MACKEY.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
The
wild exploratronic interaction with the 42 grand, will now be
further explored!!!!!!!!! In 1996, I was in the middle of two
messes, or thought I was. It seems that I was in the middle of only
one giant mess, and thought it was two messes. This idea was further
promoted by two assistants in my old buddy's office back in these
times, when they insisted that too many years had gone by for there
to be any connections to my present life, with that of my past life
in Atlantic City as a youth. All of these things make perfect sense
in three-D. But when the fullness of the five dimensional hyperspace
reality is mixed and added into the life-equation, then I am right
and they are all wrong, oh great wonderful 1969 Misses Marola!
Still, I'll try not to punch any more brick walls, and keep the
great lady happier than John King, who is the twin of Happy J. King
on the original Superman TV-Show. It is not as if I had left my car
in bathing trunks and planned to come back in bathing trunks. I was
fully dressed, and there is no way that Happy John King should have
cared one tiny little fucking iota if I used that hose back on that
day in late summer time 1996 in Atlantic City, at one of his parking
lots. But his determination for my using an exact hose right behind
a lifeguard tower, was beyond unnatural and bizarre.
Oh
boy, life stinks, yet so many folks love life so much; and most are
scared shitless to die. This is not attitude, but ignorance. So does
this fit into the 42,000 dollar car repair hyperspace experience of
earlier last month, and if so, just exactly how? Well, I'll tell
you, so keep your dumb ass looking suspenders on there Eddie
Greenacres Albert, YO!!!! I
PROMISE BOTH WOMO-MILITUFORCE AND MO, that indeed, I will tie this
all neatly together, and maybe add a pretty colored fucking bow on
the top.
Oh the gods, what am I left to wonder about? Is water baptism part
of this magical day or maybe I should include the proper waking
world tents to this and say WAS IT? In any event kind folks, many
wonder and say to me, so who gives a shit like your cousin Donald
would say? Well, I give a shit, Cousin, and Leticia Tilley, I give a
shit, OK, OK, OK???
I
had recently purchased an automobile in Turnersville, New Jersey at
a Saturn dealership, and yes, it was a 1994 Saturn, purchased on the
moon landing day, that was yesterday to me, July 20, 1969; only
this was the anniversary, and not just any anniversary; but number
25, the quarter century mark. YES, not 134, but 25. Remember
those two digits discussed with the five word sentence given in
earlier blog works, Mister Microsucks Hacker Diseascum, “IT
IS WHAT IT IS”? Now
we are about to fucking embark on a real journey of true Jamaican
exploration. Remember this folks, the 134 was left by removing the
second word, and the fifth word, to form the name of ISIS. So IT
WHAT IT
makes 134,
while ISIS
makes 25.
It was 25 years to the day of the moon landing where for the first
time ever, man walked on the moon, right to this day, I bought a
what car, on the advice of so-called car expert, David Roth, my pal?
Yeah, a SATURN CAR, problems with that, Stephanie comic Mills?
Another car was discussed by government agents or
TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS
for all I know, back at 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, in 1983, when
they were connecting a bug device into my telephone line, under
orders of the National Security Agency. Cars are modes of
transportation, so are rocket ships to the moon. All things connect
up for one powerful reason. What you think of as things and events,
and all of that; is really a cosmic digit. The entire universe is
finite and computable. Still, that is not the subject for today's
little discourse and debate. Most of you know that th every first
time that I took a time trip with Nick Cannon, when he was only 16
years old in 1996, as Morianity was being written; and that just
before this time, his wife's step father or real father to the world
public knowledge, had come to visit with me on numerous occasions at
the Haddonwood Health Club swimming pool. He only told me he was a
cousin, never any other relationship. He did not bring up the
subject either, I did, as we all know MC has the voice of a choir of
angels all put together, and I had mentioned how amazingly talented
that she is, during the course of a routine conversation in the
swimming pool, as somehow, and don't ask me how please; the topic of
music, and what kids today are listening to; all came up. This lace
is just a mile down the road from the psychic shop where after we no
longer were in contact, Nick took a mallet to one of my hubcaps,
while I was inside the shop getting a tarot card reading, by a
gentleman named Steve. I also had been there previously and got a
reading from a girl named Sherry. This all gets super complicated,
and we have years to get into tall of the particulars. Time is of
the essence right now, as I am tired and need to go off to sleep.
Bob McDowell, the 'space-bar hack' is real bad right now, kind sir,
and old pal!!!!!
Now
there are two remunerative amounts that are powerful in all of this
Morianity, one is 17 thousand dollars, the other is 42 thousand
dollars. I will not tell you any details about either of these money
amounts directly right now, but what I will do folks, is tell you
something that maybe your minds might by now be willing to connect
some dots up, so remember how to properly gaze at a faint star in
the night sky, as I aid, it is better not to stare at it directly,
but rather to look just off of it, and you will see it much better
that way, so I will be applying this same technique in my writing of
this information. I am going to begin by merely talking a lot of
things all around this. I also must backtrack and remind viewers and
tell new ones if any, how as a young child of around the first grade
give or take, I had children come to me who were not from this
world, and strike up conversations. One day I actually came to learn
that the child I had spoken to had died in a drowning accident about
a year ago, and I put it out of my small young mind, as then, this
made no sense to me, how can I be talking to dead children at
playgrounds? But that was around 1962 and up ahead in time by 13
years, at the age of twenty and a half years; I was applying for a
job, and the details are totally unimportant. When it was time to
leave, I was in a hurry to get home, and there was a large ladder
that people were all using, bolted down to the structure for safety,
and no other way in or out was available for use at this time due to
some kind of construction that was going on. When I tried to leave
and go down the ladder from a tall second story of a restaurant
along a famous highway in New Jersey and in a very historic well
known town called Haddonfield, where I also went several years to
special-ed school there; but as I tried to leave and got onto this
ladder to go down, several extremely ravishing fashion model looking
teenage girls were intentionally in my way and not moving, trapping
me up on top, and I did not feel like dealing with these silly giddy
young kids of about 3 years or so my junior, and I took one huge
leap off of the ladder. But instead of landing fast and hard onto
the grassy yard below, I went down very slowly like an elevator and
made an easy perfect touch down, from about 18 feet in the air. I
was always a good jumper and enjoyed jumping from high places, but
never before this time in 1975 did I fall at a speed not normal for
Earths basic average gravity fields. Now all of these thing connect,
but you will need to give me time. Long before I knew what resulted
from my encounter with Exploratron Paula King to use her Atlantic
City street name in the late sixties; Nick began to damage my
property such as th e?June of 1996 incident, and then began to come
into my dreams to use mortal lingo here, and take me on special
weird surreal trips that were so vivid I could feel things like hot
and cold and many other things. He took me first to the past, then
later, to the future. One trip was not that far away in time, and
another was, in fact it was before he was born by a dozen years.
Talk about monster weird, r just Disney Monster. This is Mack Kaiter
Ridiculous, or MKR as I shorten this to from time to time. This was
a camp counselor of mine at Camp Chesapeake in Northeast Maryland,
where I went two weeks in July of 1967 and again for 2 weeks in July
of 1968. I was always saying to him, “This is ridiculous, and the
other kids thought it amusing and began teasing me about it as kids
do, nothing out of the ordinary. From 1975 through 1981, amazing and
unbloggable events happened to me that my many long blogs merely
have touched a tiny bit on, here and there. But I will be telling a
lions share of fucking shit as the next weeks tick on by. Count on
it. This endless persecution of me to keep that mother fucking Dow
Jones endlessly climbing up at my expense, is either going to stop,
or all of NYC is going to be swallowed up by a giant fucking tidal
wave, and that is a promise, Shorty 1983 MacInvondi Trump! Here goes
the (`~) HACK, again, FCC, Bob McDowell, and the space bar and CAPS
HACK and all of it is acting up worse and mother fucking worse all
the mother fucking time, old buddy, in total violation of my civil,
human, and constitutional rights as a free United States legal
citizen, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I could get my
mother fucking hands on all of you jerk off mother fuckers doing all
of this to me, you would be restrained by ropes while I slowly kill
your families, and then abnd only then, would I begin to slowly
mother fucking torture you to an agonizing and excruciating
death!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So whatever you fucking do, don't ever
let me find out just who you all are, mother fucking
pricks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay, I'm just being honest and telling
these jerk offs the truth, or 'WHATEVER'; Congressman; old pal from
1975, house painting, band practice, and night flying in total
secret!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FEBRUARY
2, 2016,
TUESDAY
MORNING AT 7:55,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 59 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-62/L-59). PREDICTED HIGH IS 82.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 100%, AND WIND CHILL IS 58 .
WIND
IS N AND BELOW MEASURABLE.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
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. Also there is PA
as in PUBLIC
ADDRESS,
PA
as in Carlisle, Pennsylvania (PA)
where ADA
Wirtz told me
that I would find all my answers, regarding my persecution, ever
since leaving high school, in January of 1973. Then comes the really
ultimate original Latin-PA-root.
I mean who doesn't know about PATRICIDE,
from killing ones father?
END
TRANSMISSION.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 89
FEBRUARY
1, 2016,
MONDAY
EVENING AT 7:13,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 71 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-81/L-61).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 87%, FEELS LIKE 76.
WIND
IS SE AT 7, WITH GUSTS TO 15.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---00.
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MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2016
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
Oh
jumping Callio Jungles, what next for poor old me, lovely
JUJU??????????????? My
dad and I will be operating the Island Universe Diners of Akoslem;
out in the purgatory, now; great people!!! Screw Spanish Treasure
Galleons, and all secret museums, and secrets of them; huh Mister
Weiler Senior? Like WOW and WO, Macy & Harner, YO. Keep it shut
Mister McNulty!
I
got through my inspection this morning. I was shown an area that
needed me to take a butter knife and a little soap suds water to,
and is why I seem to have so many roaches, so this actually helped
me to get through two problem birds, with one sling shot from my
wonderful Quakertown, Pennsylvania, early nineteen-hundred-sixties
days, when I was called by the entire playground; the
champion with the black snake. This snake was a piece of
stretchy rubber that many folks have found along roads. They result
from special kinds of truck tires expelling them as they drive, and
get a flat. Placing these over playground parallel bars, and pulled
simultaneously on both ends; will sent the things flying quite high
into the air. My King David days from
some time ago, are still within my genetic talent pool. What other
explanation would there be? Still, I will clean out this area that I
never thought about other than for the fact that no matter how much
you cleaned it, nothing came off. I am speaking of the ugly black
crap inside of the soft material that lays in-between refrigerators
that make contact as the door closes. Roach eggs are what they are.
Now that I know this, I can get rid of them by using a butter knife
and then cleaning it out inside with a hot sudsy rag! Us guys live
and learn about house cleaning I suppose to the day that we die.
Come soon Lord Jesus, thank you!!! Or a fatal heart attack, either
or, but no repeats of 26 December at Cifaloglio when I ended up
speaking to GOD and then was forced to return back here to this
horrible life-hell that most peeps seem to treasure and love so dam
dearly, hell-a-puke-yuk!
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
I
despise my mother fucking life with an Italian passion, cubed,
squared, and Cuban; Dawn-Marie, Whaneeta, Cuba, and Somirah. What
are the odds that a girl who I picked up one day, while I was
driving home from my job at Roadway, in Pennsylvania-USA; was one of
Dawn's friends, who I was not destined to meet, until I first met
her downstairs nabe at Judge Raso's rooming-house in Hammonton, New
Jersey, about half a decade later on, Mister Ed Himacane Lynch? Cuba
lived in Camden with her dad, clear across the state of New Jersey,
from where she lived later on in Atlantic City. When I tried to
contact her half a dozen times, shortly after our original
encounter, she refused to speak to me, as if her job was already
done. Yes, I smell the fucking stench of the Exploratronic Supermind
Society here, BRO! My problem is not so cock sucking much the ESS,
as it is that no one will believe me. Little green men, Irish imps,
Irish Leprechauns, little green and gray space-men, alien
abductions, medical experiments done on abductees, washcloth
dream-family from hell of 1970---AKA 'That-Family', DNA experiments,
it all fits somehow, no matter how many mother fuckign jerk offs
want to laugh and scoff at my cunt chewing nightmare life of
unfathomable hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
great disco queen diva, Donna Summer
believed in something that I have come to know to be totally real.
She called it the:
“Mister
Big Shot Syndrome”.
This
is nothing to laugh about, and it is why the stupid have blinders
on, and the few smarter ones would never dream of calling the great
wonderful Mister Bernie Sanders, a socialist. Once upon a time,
before this evil empire rigged the game, he would be. If this was
half a century ago, someone such as this would be. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT
folks, when shit is all 100% fucking rigged against anyone who is
not in the possession of a hundred million or more dollars, and we
are doomed to a lifetime of slavery and drudgery and 'yezzir-mazzur'
lifestyle to the owner controller wealthies and super wealthies out
there, THEN
ALL OF THOSE OLD RULES CHANGE FOREVER.
It
is NOT mother fucking socialistic to demand a level playing field,
which
is now totally gone in America,
or a fair chance to do anything at all unless we can buck odds of a
third of a billion to one, and hit a powerball
lottery jackpot.
All ignorant people who cannot see this is our final chance with
this great guy, and vote him in, well, join the fools club of the
dust particles and then go onto elect yourselves the President and
General Manager and Chief Executive Officer, in one gigantic fell
swoop, YO!!!!!!!! I watch shit from CNN to World News, and sit back
watching the dam blind leading the blind. LIKE-WOW, to quote the
smarter bunch, the great kids of America, huh Kimmy Wilde
YO??????????
KEEP
READING ALONG, AS:
JUST
BECAUSE YOU RECOGNIZE WORDS,
Never
assume there is not any new reading material.
3-6-9,
Frank Callio, Astral Realms, and Nicola Tesla. WOW, there was an
old OUTER LIMITS syfy show about
a fictional radio station called KXKVI. This entity that would be a
little like my wonderful coil, the Lightning Goddess Diana, was
contacted, and transported by accident to the human realm and to
Planet Earth. It was a fantastic show, as all the Outer Limits shows
were really super ass fantastic. Anyway, this entity spoke through a
translator machine, in similar ways that the great powerful U. S. ©
Office knows all too well about from my 1988 music projects where
Diana spoke to me, only repressed memories, road trips to relative's
homes, and tape recorders were more involved with the reality of the
situation, only I had not yet un-repressed my memory, and was not
destined to until living with the great almighty King family, 20
years later. This is a very significant time period may I also add,
20 years, or one briper. On the Astral-Plane, the BRIGGBASE POWERS
make many deals with humans, for one briper, or 20 years. The great
television show, 'DARK SHADOWS' knows about this somehow as well, as
in the late 1969 and early into 1970 circa, with Paul Stoddard, and
the mighty Briggbase Cult deal made with him, and the name was
changed of course to the Leviathan and not the Briggbase people.
Lovely crossed over Jenny Ghost Whispering Hewitt talks about 'the
breathers' on her great hit show. Well, the Briggbase, are the VERY
HEAVY breathers. Ask any real Dark Shadows fan, as they'll freaking
ass tell you without any qualms or trepidation, let alone one tiny
bit of hesitation!!!!!!!!!!! You know the silliest mother fuckign
part of all of everything? They know I could say shit that would
change the world tomorrow. I would be locked up an dissected, and
gone. So what would I possibly have to fucking gain by doing the
ultimate stupid move, when no one is one bit appreciative of all
that I have told already? The answer is absolutely nothing, so I
will never tell the real shit that would close down the planet in
hours, that is of course, if anyone other than my rotten diseased
family, and sicko power hungry government agent spies, were really
up here!!!! If they were, and they are not, my blog would not remain
in a precise averaged monthly count for three years. It would begin
to either shrink away and be just about gone, or it would expand and
grow, and by now, be at least triple the monthly average of about
two large!
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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Mark Wayne, 1954-
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Mohr,
Mark Wayne, 1954-
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Mohr,
Mark Wayne, 1954-
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Pau—stolen
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2013
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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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