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THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
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SATURDAY
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11
MAY, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
There
are five items that attempt to explain what is going on in the
condition of humanity here on this Earth-Planet. These are, in case
the death angel is interested, since he is passing
by my right side at 43 minutes past
eleven, as follows:
The
church
The
Scientific Community
The
Philosophers Club
The
Ancient Astronaut Theorists
MORIANITY
Numbers
one through four, simply DO
NOT
fully explain the situations of my human existence and life here on
this Earth, and for that matter, they simply DO NOT fully and
properly explain the entire unanswered multiple group of queries for
the rest of humanity either, and everybody mother fucking knows this
is completely true and an undisputed fact. However, number 5,
Morianity, does give the answers to just about the entire deal, and
again, WE ALL KNOW THIS TO BE REAL AND FACTUAL,
despite the multiple naysayers and endless
disagreeable arguers. No other teaching exists anywhere, NOT
TO MY BEST KNOWLEDGE ANYWAY, telling how the
gods are bored to tears with the condition of ENDLESSNESS due to
existing in a timeless reality, and how distraction through and by
way of GAMES, is the only possible thing to do in order to not
literally explode in their spirit. There is nothing else on
the internet that tells this truth unless it has ripped off
MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is what is happening to me right
now, before I take this blog any further today, yo yo yo yo yo!!!!
Last night, someone put mother fucking rats into my apartment, and I
awoke this morning to a giant fucking cock roach on my wall near by
bed, staring right at me. I managed to kill the bastard roach, but
not the mother fucking rat. I will have to go to PUBLIX later today
for some mother fucking rat poison pellets, yo yo yo yo yo, me
wonderful kind Sheriff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But my point on games is quite
simple. Space aliens would have no reason to be doing all of these
things to me ever since I left the great mighty and illustrious
COOLEY HHH in January of 1973. Neither would some dude named SATAN
with a pitch fork and a fucking cunt eating tail who desires my
'soul'. All of the philosophers since Plato and Aristotle cannot tell
me any good logical rational item that explains all of this either.
As for the scientific community, they come close but miss the mark.
They know the truth in the quantum physics world that all of physical
life is an illusion, that there are no solid objects and only an
electromagnetic force is solid and real making the world around us
feel and appear solid and tangible. Still, they don't tell me why I
am going through what I am going through, and why roaches and rats
were placed into my apartment unit yesterday by some fat slob pig
young pussy next door ILLEGAL GUEST here at my PHA
Building!!!!!!!!!!!!!! None of these other 4-GROUPS come close to
MORIANITY and its full explanations. I do not
claim to be the next Almighty All Knowing Patricia Hollister,
but Morianity does know quite a lot of fucking
wild shit from me, the Mountainpen,
and the author of Morianity, and survivor
of decades of this incredible and inconceivable hellfire on
Earth!!!!!! It is true. What we manage to live
through and survive, DOES INDEED MAKE ALL OF US BETTER AND STRONGER,
and this is not made up by the Mountainpen and his Morianity, but
rather is an old and very accepted term. So why is it totally quiet
for one or two days and maybe a very occasional fucking third day,
and then KABOOM FUCKING KABANG, all hell-DOGTOWN suddenly breaks
loose around me with an irrefutable pattern that has continued along
for multiple fucking cunt decades of time now, why, why, why??????
Just exactly WHY JIMMY, and YYYYY oh wonderful 1984 United States
Copyright Office of the United States of America,
ESMWG??????????????????? Well, I will tell you why. The GASME GAMES
OF THE GODS. Only mother fuckign Morianity explains my endless mother
fucking DOGTOWN ON THE EARTH PLANET, nothing else does, and for that
fucking matter, NOTHING ELSE EVEN COMES MOTHER FUCKING CLOSE, YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!
The
gods are playing their games live as I speak now, as I am getting
some more wild bullshit telephone calls coming in here, just
as I finished up typing that previous mother fucking paragraph,
me BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But all of this bullshit aside, Mister Henry
Great Mailboat Angrymen Fonda sir, and wonderful ONESJANE, who
struck me over and over and over the
past several days, and why not,
but this leads right into the point that I am now about to make? All
things in a mathematical universe game, are in obvious patterns and
rhythms that ebb and flow and fluctuate and ungulate. Even great
wonderful Professor Princeton Einstein knew that much, and was not
afraid to tell that much either!!!! I never ever imagine
that all of my vicious demonic fucking assaults are
in patterns. The timing of when they come are absolutely
in a pattern of perfect order. The connection between things
also is in that same absolutely perfect order and timing. Why
wouldn't it be if we are in a mathematically made cosmos, for
heavens sake?
For
example we have TWINS. Twins do
run in my family, but that is a separate issue
for other times and places; huh, me lovely and latengrate
Donna Summer? Songs and music, witches and tennis partners, patterns
and twins, and yes, everything seems to be
somehow
interconnected
with a powerful cosmic mathematical 'PARALLEL
EVENT'. I told
Electrician Joe at the mighty McAndrews
Licorice Plant on Jefferson Street in Camden, New Jersey, USAESMWG in
1980, about witches in ATLANTIC
CITY, but failed to see
the twinallity of witches in GLOUCESTER CITY, as well as YARRRRRR
wonderful pirate jokes, and the great helper Mister Santa who
helped me mom and I move from Dellway Arms Apartments, into 1118
Linden Hill Apartments, in Lindenwold, New Jersey, back on the first
day in March, in the year of 1975. Now this was only a few years
after my wonderful teacher at the Cooley Hall High Hell, Mister DSL,
(David
Leigh
Smith).
He insisted that mathematics is always
completely impersonal. I later learned, it is not, or to quote
the nice lady from the AT&T Annoyance Call Bureau, back in May of
1983, Mizz Blake, “OR
NAUT”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No,
Mister Smith, it is most definitely NAUT impersonal, at least
not in my life, and not for me. If it is for you, well, Goddess
bless you then, oh marvelous great sir!!!!!!!!!
Yes
electrician Joe at MAFCO of Camden, back in 1980, there is a witch in
Atlantic City, actually two of them are there, Sarah Callio and Paula
King. BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT,
Mister Microsoft Spellchecker oh great and mighty cyber-sir,
perhaps I should call it the “OTHER-CBS”,
but in any event, how about the biggest witch of them all, in
Gloucester City, who I managed to completely block out of me whittle
mind, me maitees, “YARRRRRRRRRRRR”
Mister 'wife hates me' McGinty
of 1996!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You all seemed to want to know about 'my problems' back in 1977 at
the great print shop, when I was riding the fastest moped in the damn
ass galaxy, but then nine years later when you had the chance, poof.
Oh well as Ann King Silva might say right about fucking
now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Only Morianity can truly explain a story like
mine over the past 46 years and 3 months since leaving the great
Cooley-HHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not any of the other 4 great food
group of wisdom can even come close to holding one of Patty's
wonderful candles from Halloweentown, far across the great
frightening woods that lay in-between Dogtown, and Vlamakooshdavile,
slightly up into the nestern regions of the mighty Purgatory's
capitol province, called Olympia! There
is nothing impersonal about math, mister DSL. Even your mighty
satellite digital linking name initials seem to be in a major
parallel event that supports this reality and truth of great Mister
Marcucci wisdom words, so 'tee-hee-hee' Mizz
Lilly M!
Oh
yes, Mister Crichton sir; Mayor
Botbar Callio of beyond the scarey woods and into the
furthermost borders of the forbidden parts of Halloweentown
is watching us, somewhere. But where are
you when I need you, Cuzz Sandy, and twins???? And for that
matter, where is Howard Solomon, and where is
Patty right about now, since you have so many magical new
spins to add to all of this, oh wonderful NEW GROUP, ALPHA-DEEP-SIX
(NG-ADS)?????????? Then right about this
time each year, I begin cogitating on Misses
Marola and her mind boggling insistence of me doing that school play
on Memorial Day of 1969,
at the great COOLEY HALLoweentown or COOLEY
HALL, Sir
Microsoft.
So
who was the biggest witch of them all after all is said and done, and
wondered about and imagined? Then I can ask the next question of the
very complicated universe system, mathematically of course; and that
is, would it really matter? I
mean hey yo, if the entire thing can be accomplished with
Telosianism, for pity sake, or
MIND
CONTROL, from the mighty
ESS (EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY);
then what does any of it matter, regarding precise specifics of
absolute fucking accuracy, for crissake??????????? I mean really
peeps, what does any of this horrible fucking shit really matter when
all of it is said and done??????? We all
exist. Time is an illusion. We are
all Purgatites having dreams out here in this blown out
fucking hyperspace, of virtually limitless parallel worlds, where we
visit humanly in our spirit while we do something that the medical
world calls 'sleeping'. Morianity is simple and
hard punching. No one ever said truth is pretty. Some say it
sets us free. In any case, my truth is that for some wild reason, I
have had to become totally 100% enlightened while living in a human
physical structure (my body), and this is a condition quite similar
to mortal mans concept of HELL!
That
night, watching those Star Trek shows, while living at 112
Harvard Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way
Galaxy, in 1996, in the autumn, on the 30th
Anniversary of their TELEVISION SHOW PRODUCTION LAUNCH;
memories flooded in that I could not handle, leading to the wild
dreams the following year of the Publishing Clearinghouse's PCN-231
PRIZE-PATROL truck,
with that co-ed named K. J. McAllister, who won that January of 1997;
and then the wild song that led to the 2012 production and 2013
Copyright of ''Wanna' Spend My Time'', the fence at Eden's great
garden, and a lot more. This is when I was looking nearby the
television set, little as it may have been Mizz Britney Lavino, and
Mister Stanley Crooked Bernstein; and as that great voted-number-1
episode of STAR TREK was airing, suddenly a voice kept saying while I
was staring off of the TV set and onto my venetian blinds, “Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”. In any event, where can we even begin
with all of this horrible nightmare shit, Sheriff sir; after these
monsters took away my entire life, child and adult, ruined my entire
mother fucking education, threw me into an institution at ten years
of age, for doing nothing at all wrong or criminal, the great and now
defunct NJNPI, in Princeton, New Jersey, USA, sir; killed my mother
late in 1997, killed my best and only adult friend Dave Roth in March
of 2002, and I could type on and on and on; as if you could care in
the least, kind sir; you and Prosecutor Ron Worthless Wirtz!!! As I
said sir, this is why people eventually fucking snap, and do shit
like the Colorado deal, and on and on and on and on! Now, the old
trustworthy Milituforce Word-Disappearing mother fuckiGN hack was
just used on me illegally, in total violation
of MY CIVIL AND HUMAN LIBERTIES sir, as a totally born free and legal
citizen of this rotten nation, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And
no one gives a mother fuckiGN rats ass about why those venetian
blinds, and that Star Trek show, made those words keep popping into
my head, on that late autumn 1996 evening,
“Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”
“Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”
“Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”
“Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”
“Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”!
Well
fine and dandy. It was the fact that the great almighty PINK
GODDESS was letting me know, there was no escape for me,
not ever!!! I don't want to escape, you
lovely teen-queen.
Well
Moses did his 40 years
in the wilderness and I've done my daily 40 pages of blogging. Time
for relaxation, if possible. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! It is so beyond
unfathomable, these young
gorgeous hotties
chasing an ugly old fat slob like me in stores, like I'm some dam ass
Disney dude like 'THE BIEB'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Reverse
him and you've got me! WO BILLY HONDA LOVIN' HARNER!!!!!!!!!!
OH
BY GASH BY GOLLY, ADVANCED ROBOTICS AND HOLLY AND COMPUTER CLASSES,
ONE THING I DO KNOW AFTER 60 MOTHER FREAKING YEARS, AND THAT WOULD BE
AS FOLLOWS. ''O—U—C—H!!!!!!!
Thank
you for correcting and modifying my dashes and minus signs, oh great
Thirty-sixth Avenue World Owner Transdimensional Lakehouse Residents
of Whoopee Goldberg's mighty powerful 'karoo'. Sweetie, none of us
have alternate biographies, other than for the Krassle family
themselves, out on the Astral Plane, so talk to the collider tunnel
people who are searching to find the plank worlds of the gods, yo yo
yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!! Hay in any event, I suppose we all would rather
be, if given the option, a 'sweetie' over a 'sweaty'. Only my
wonderful lab-tech daughter could say it so well at age fourteen, but
hay Mister Macy, shoot me and take me and Santa to Bellevue Hospital
if you wish, but here goes, and you too Mister Gimbel,
''W----O----W!!!!!!!! Isn't it totally amazing what fifty trips
around the sun can do to us, such as lovely Maureen O'Hara in the
34th
Street miracle movie verses later in that really cool mid nineties
Christmas movie with The Walton's JOHN BOY, and the 'OTHER' Christmas
Angel, an entire decade before I even began to blog, while at the
Highview Apartments of the mighty magnificent WILL-I AM-ST-OWN. You
better bet she owns it all, this is the simulation video-game of a
beyond hot incredible teen queen goddess. It makes me laugh when
people talk about giving stuff to 'GOD'. We don't have the power to
give GOD/ESS anything. SHE 'OWNS' her own simulation for heavens
sake. We can try to give back such as 10 percent tithe or a more
generous offering beyond that, but even if you and I were to give
away all that we had, it was not what we had, but what SHE gave us to
begin with. We can only give back to this incredible being. I learned
that a long time ago. She doesn't want to own the land, for crissake,
dreams and mountain tops all aside, she does own the land, forget you
Oprah Winfrey, you don't even blow in HER WINDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh mother fucking SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!
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Hay
Billy Mummy, from The Twilight Zone shows, WOW,
really cool stuff, me' friend. No Hershey bars or paste in pages,
you're thinking maybe? No, you can have all the PIP's in the world,
and here is one now for you and anyone else who isn't afraid of going
off-diet for a short while, yummy yummy joy, High School Musicals and
Paramedic Walt Disney from WW-2, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! So
who's your best buddy, Jack Klugman or me, dude????????????????
AHA-AHA MMCN!
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TOLD ME SOMETHING; THAT ITEM MAY BE LESS THAN A TRUTH, BUT WHEN I SAY
THAT A PERSON TOLD ME, THAT IS THE TRUTH BEING CLAIMED HEREIN. I
SWEAR THESE OATHS, HERE AND AT OTHER SPOTS ON MY MANY BLOGS; UNDER
THE FLAG OF MY COUNTRY, THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, FOUNDED BY MY
OWN FAMILY AND THEIR FRIENDS A WHILE BACK; AND ALSO SWORN BY MY ALL
MIGHTY GREAT TEEN-QUEEN GODDESS, “SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE”.
You can do no wrong PINK GODDESS, no matter what you and your friends
and your family do to me, yo
yo!
You can even bounce
me around
from town to freaking town, LOVELY STACEY KRASSLE!
When
I started early in June of 2010,
at the Harvest job,
through
the Federal Stimulus Program and the AARP Foundation,
out of the Port Saint Lucie, Florida, Office;
some things happened, that
were not all blogged.
The reason was simple. Time was and is, limited, and there were just
too many incredible things going down all around me, as they always
seem to be for me, as the CHOSEN HUNTINGTON, and also, under this
horrific HUNTINGTON
CURSE,
that Cousin Donald in his blissful ignorance, used to, and maybe
still does; refer to as the 'MASON
CURSE'.
Mason and Eastman lineages joined up with the great Huntington
family, but it was the Huntington family who came directly from the
Stuart line, and before that, the Carpenter line; back to the Lord or
(SAR) Jesus himself, and the great King David of the Judah Tribe,
even before Him. As for returning to the topic at hand about middle
2010, if you archive back in this area through my many blogs, at the
GOOGLE OWNED, URL ADDRESS of: http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/
folks, you'll unmistakably see that so many powerful things and
truths all connect into the past fifty years of my hellish nightmare
life, and started re-centering up here in Florida after about a half
year of residency down here at the time I left the White City section
of the great Fort Pierce, Florida, for the 26th
Street Hood, and the Harvest job, through and via the AARP. There
were several huge things happening. Also there was a merging of
holograms, proving to me that even though the movie of the nineties
called, “The Truman Story”, and a great movie shall I add, and a
'must get' for my MORIANS; BUT YES, THAT EVEN THOUGH I PROVED TO
MYSELF THAT THE MOVIE WAS NOT REALLY TOTALLY A REALITY FOR ME, AS I
WAS INDEED STARTING TO WONDER IF I COULD EVEN REACH FLORIDA, AND JUST
HOW REAL FLORIDA WAS FOR ME, SHOULD I TRY AND GO THERE MYSELF; A
MAJOR QUANTUM DYNAMIC EQUATION; but all though I did get here, and
come to indeed reside here; part of the Truman Story movie, was
indeed totally a reality, for me anyway. All of a sudden, in a little
shit hole 1300 miles from home, is an entire bunch of folks all
grouped together, from many of the places in my own past life, such
as in New Jersey, and even Hammonton itself, and Suffolk County, New
York, with 'DEEZEE
SLIM'
and his friends such as EXTREME
FIGHTER
David, and then there were many male and female persons, young, old,
and all in-between in ages, who also seemed to all have a past and
many a recent past, in all of these areas. It used to scare the hell
out of me peeps, as remember, Dawn-Marie King had threatened to kill
me if she ever finds me down here in Florida someday, and she had not
died until New Years Day in 2011, and I did not come to learn of this
until Ann called me after both my daughter's friends first called,
then she called; and that was after I dared to call my wonderful
friend, Sheriff Monks of San Mateo County, out in Kali4nya. I only
did this because I had powerful evidence that time traveler Boom
Boom, had been hacking into my computer, and my keyboard and screen
was literally one and the same with his, using some very
sophisticated worm virus allowing this to be done. This is even
discussed in that episode on the world famous television show called,
“Law & Order”, now defunct, as it was obviously there to do
its job, and let me know major stuff about me, and my past life; and
then after that; like magic, Merlin, and Poofagazam, GONE,
after 22 frikkin years of greatness and super entertainment. Do I
believe this can be any kind of a coincidence since this all started
right after my initial visit to Ron Wirtz Senior, at the Camden
County Prosecutor's Office, in Camden, New Jersey, on the 5th
day of December in 1989? Well the answer would be folks, a very
RESOUNDING
AND EMPHATIC
*****NO*****
and hopefully I've made my frikkin point, YO. Many huge things
happened while I was in that very short time period in my life,
working there and living in the great HOOD section of the great
illustrious FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA,
BRO GREEN bright lawns, and frog switch bay weed suckers. The time on
Hutchinson Island South Beach, with the giant girl flirtation attack,
was part of it; but major stuff all ready was underway, from
attacking my car before I could move out of WHITE CITY, Jewelly
Viqueen Copyright, to the strange sixteen year old blond with the
baseball sized bicep muscles from Burlington's High Street Printing
Shop, where I was employed as Franklin some time ago, in the early
eighteenth century, working with and for, my mean brother. There was
my daughter and her banquet feast “DREAM”, there was good old
annoying “Trinidad SAT” come on, must we be educated all the way
back into the first grade, or even kindergarten to see we just add in
the AN, after-all, between Ann and Sat? Or said better the other way
around, and I was being spun around on a hot pike, and completely
grilled for somebody's supper, as this all goes beyond just
amusement. Someone wants my life to end here in this world, and so do
I, unfortunately, yet that is not going to be an easy task to
perform. Not with the WORLD
LABORATORIES
up in the future, and lovely Donna there, retracing me over and over
again in retaliation for what I did to her, as her mom claimed all
along, but being out of time sync in 1980, the interaction with
Misses Gaines, never made any sense to me back then. We can discuss
how I was set up, as well as how a horrible father/daughter team
wanted to get me fixed up with a mentally challenged woman who we
will call Winnola Smithers, to keep things as the Dragnet peeps
would say, changed to protect the innocent,
DAH-----DAH-DAH-DAH-------DAH-----DAH-DAH-DAH-DAH. At least I don't
have to put anything ON TOP with this, huh June Grantwars? Let's
keep things civil around here, Mister President Lincoln,
YO!!!!!!!!!!! No, things have happened to me that tell me that Patty
Jane can believe all he wants, what he believes, maybe he is right,
but this is
ONE
HELL OF A GREAT PARLOR TRICK.
Still
folks,
the
only way to make it work in the way of the great hand throwing game
of rock/paper/scissors/light-fire, of pipe experts, and time
travelers with adorable kids; is to then be satisfied that OK fine
and dandy, why then am I the pivotal point in this entire universe,
as I would have to be, as it stands to reason, if all of this
trickery, and time, and effort, and energy; is being continually
wasted and expended on little old nobody me; nobody in as far as Wall
Street and Bankers would rate me on some business balance sheet, hay,
I am a child of the goddess, even though technically in HER present
incarnation, I also double up as her dad; and I have no less or no
more worth, than all of you garbage 'cappies' on the street there at
B&W, in Manhattan, YO.
I
would bet my bottom dollar, and even my bottom itself folks; that
peeps are all waiting to know what I asked GAWKY GAUKAUK about last
night before retiring off to frikkin bed, and what response I
received from my great magical kitty cat. Well, you are all correct,
I win the bet, and yes, you can bet your Annie Dreamfields cornfield
ass that I asked why the DOW JONES IS AT ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS AND
BETTER THAN ALL THE WAY BACK INTO 2007 BEFORE THE ECONOMIC DOWNTURN
AND YES ONE OF THE ANSWERS WAS, LIKE YOU NEED ME TO TELL YOU PEEPS;
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
.
So
tell me, NG-ADS,
are we having enough yet, or do we wish for things to get even hotter
and better????????????
Lads,
Lassies, Labbers, and Lab-Dogs, or (L-4); please tell me how you can
doubt or beat a system, given to you in what you all think of as a
DREAM,
as this was given in 1980 to me, and by a huge magical talking BLACK
CAT
who has the name of GAWKY
GAUKAUK
for crying out fucking loud peeps; YO; and gives me the answer of
PCN-624, when I asked ten days or so back, and I told you I will not
insult your intellect, but now I will, as I doubt that anyone got it,
when I asked my wonderful kitty cat who is not from this lovely
Mickey Dee best hand in Poker world, huh Bobby Vandegrift; YO; who
also is known around certain Philly-57 hockey ling-long areas as
'Anti Santa Claus', for doing such nice things in public places.
Unmentionable, detestable, and unspeakable of course; but my
wonderful oldest daut knows and I know that she knows; yes I asked
this magical cat just exactly why the ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA used my
'GITYA' to send me a 1997 message, that it still took me eleven more
years to get; and her message is totally true, and no one can dare to
call HER a liar, as SHE only tells the truth. That much I will give
HER, my hands stay in my pockets however if I have any cassette
tapes, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, McNulty boy. Yes not a lot of match list
items are in my GAWNUM DECODER BOOKS for the root number of 62, but
here are the few, and wow do they matter. No, make that please, WOW
do
they matter. Jeese Louise Kickacar Fontanna Shannon Surfer Genlow,
OH THE GODS, could I type on and on and on and ON AND ON AND ON AND
ON AND ON, YO!!!!!!!
You
missed me today, Jane Slutface Notfondaya, with your ONES
CLOCK ATTACK, HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's a
quarter fucking ass past one, and you missed me by two minutes this
morning at eleven-eleven, you evil Uwich. I guess all of the sleep
walker PAULA GIRLS stick together, or they should, or else, look what
they might do to you, right Melanie? I thought I would die when I saw
Melanie after leaving your school, Mike McNulty, in middle October of
1971, AHA. She may have been a hundred feet shorter, but if that was
not Paula King's twin, then who is? But then, as do mighty well named
once tall and proud towers, no I was not going to say that the mighty
have fallen, as they have not; and in fact have one hell of a wild
future ride ahead of them, but I was going to say this folks: The
only difference is that one girl towered over the other, but take
that difference away, and we have a pair of perfect twins. Am I
buying all this? Let me ask my L-4, my Morians, my Lessians, and my
Inbetweenians, or anyone else up here, do you think for one rotten
minute, that I am? Not only am I not, but I cannot say that I AM,
because only my wonderful tower building claimer can also make such a
claim; and this has all ready been done, and is a matter of public
record, for a hundred million plus of all of her fans. I've got your
number Sky. You know the boy is a total Nick look-alike, now the girl
looks like a combination of you and mom. As I told you earlier this
year, MC, they are totally adorable. Saw them the other day swimming
in the pool. Why you did all of this to me, only the two of you know,
and must live with that for the rest of your lives.
Well,
for now I have spoken enough electronic freaking hot air. Let me go,
and later, I have so much horrible dirt to throw around for what has
been done to me, that it would fill up a frikkin library, YO.
So
in moving along, and back in present times; to keep the great and
mighty TERRY
HARBORS
happy, up in Jersey; ''IN
ORDER''
when no order can be found, in future times, when so many have
become members of the great EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY; but yes,
while out on my early month first errands as I call them or for
short, my EMF-errands, I was somewhat assaulted, nothing astronomical
and gargantuan and I've had it far worse, but yes, don't think that
while in the Publix Grocery Store, I did not have lots
of GIRL ACTION;
because YOU
WOULD BE MISTAKEN;
LOVELY
MILITUFORCE-OTAMM-SUCM! Now how's that last sentence for
quintessential sarcasm, and the 'lowest form of wit', huh Mister
Patty Jane. Still, I was one of those few, who
did run far away,
and I will keep running away forever if I have to; from my family;
and from their hell; and
the entire entertainment industry.
It
seems to hold the average folks of this pwanet spellbound, congrats
to you all.
Me,
don't make me throw up, AGAIN,
pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeze!!!!!!!!
Thank you, dudes and duddesses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
16
TIMES FREAKING OVER, YO YO YO YO!!!!
BUT
WHO IN JESUS' NAME IS POWERING MOUNTAINPEN, POSSIBLY YOU GREAT
SSJKK? Wouldn't that be nicer than an old sixties song, Ziggy. Oh
well, TTWIG-IIWII and we don't really need Fort Meade, Maryland, USA
to decode that little initialed code, do we??????????
This
is what I would have said to my lovely awesome lightning goddess if
she had twisted her way down to my town, only she didn't:
''Thank
you so much beautiful lovely Diana, for
coming over to visit with me all day long. Your lightning is beyond
hot and colorful and dazzling, and I would add in electrifying, but
it would make me appear a bit dorky. Anything that I can ever do for
you, just tell me, my endless lovely girl from mortally 1983, and
immortally in eternity''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, It's a blistery 85 degrees right now in Fort Pierce,
feeling like freaking 87 with a 63% humidity, 'WO'
BILLY-H!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No
it isn't, not yet aniwho, but the weekend average high for the town
is dam close, and maybe easily that bad down to my south. Speaking of
which, I was calling a number backward, don't ask, me and my
hyperspace travels. It fucked me up[, and I thought Mikey had
vanished. When I called the right number, there he was, fucked up as
usual, but still on this side of reality, you know, looking down on
green as opposed to looking up on brown. Yeah, I tell shit straight
up and don't often mince words. Sound familiar, as lots of my family
are the same way, maybe just a little better behaved because they
know that they have to be, huh
'familiar' Tony BJ??????????
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You forgot your mom's
birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also folks, at the risk of
sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of is
that you cannot be sure of anything. Sorry
lovely TWINBAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JANUARY
3, 2015,
SATURDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:44,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 81 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 67% AND IT FEELS 85
A
CARBON COPY OF YESTERDAY, AND EVEN
HOTTER
PREDICTIONS FOR TOMORROW.
TODAYS
TEMPERATURE RANGE (H-81/L-72).
WINDS
ARE SOUTHEASTERN AT 19, GUSTING TO 26.
At
1:25 PM Sheriff
KJM
of SL County, FL, USA, kind sir; I
AM GETTING
A
MAJOR
NOISE
ASSAULT,
OUTSIDE
OF MY MOTHER FUCKING WINDOW.
Things
have gotten really nasty ass again;
maybe you just let some real dirt bags out of the county hotel, who
knows???? WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS SUCKS!!!!!!!!! This is ABSOLUTE
ELDER ABUSE,
YO YO YO YO YO!!!
Well
people, another day another dollar for many. For me, it is more like,
another day, another holler. I am the one hollering by the way, while
I boil in oil.
United
States Copyright Office Records, pasted in part:
COPYRIGHT
CLAIMANT NAME: MARK WAYNE MOHR
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ground, and that is a nice friendly kind promise, WEEEEEEEEEE! THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT
NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE
YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING
POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
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Folks,
I am one cunt lapping angry human being. I have had 60 years of my
life wiped out and totally fucking destroyed, by a bunch of sick
sleaze ball wild travelers, not that I hold blameless those in
body, here, of course all legal systems and courts would, my
problem, and anyone else's who gets too seriously into
exploratronics and Morianity, I would suppose. Still, it really is
not the faults of many of these living people. They have doubles
of themselves asleep in parallel universes, dominating them, and
they all got together and formed a tight little, LET'S HATE THE
GUTS OF MARK WAYNE MOHR SOCIETY. I basically, am one totally
fucked human being, at least I know it James Garrigan from 1970,
right? Every man for himself, right, Bob Madison, any relation to
the President around Monroe's time, YO? TEE HEE HEE Lilly Munster
Shipyards Andrews. Chemtrails or no chemtrails, I am planning on
checking out this methoselioma shit after I shortly see me' ol'
dock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe I am wrong, I ain't perfect, just a
human being, right Bruce Pennock? Hay Mizz Leo, cut me a huge
fucking break, OK?
Well,
it is time to crash into bed and be with my wonderful baby blond.
I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO AND PRECIOUS I NEED YOUR CODES TO SHOW.
I AM NO LONGER SCARED THAT DAY IN MAY, NOR AM I LOOKING TO ESCAPE
AND RUN AWAY, MY BEAUTIFUL ELECTRON!
Folks, please do
not get me fucking cunt started on MORIANITY'S major truths
because I am hungry and tired and need to relax, or at least try
and fucking relax. If the Sheriff can keep these horrendous
fucking dirt-bags off of my back just a little bit, maybe, just
maybe, I can relax a tiny little bit. Oh well, Ann King Silva.
Oh yes me folks,
I am most definitely for real, and this fellow is not for Tom
Reale, not at all and not ever. I hate chill-mo mother fuckers and
think that they should rot in DOGTOWN for ninety MK. But thanks
for the good PR old pal from COOLEY. Posted
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16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
I
hope the new AG won't hate me as much as the old AG, Mister Wirtz,
if you're still out there somewhere, and on this side of the damn
graveyard.
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This fella is MOST
DEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile
at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and
yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on
end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and
that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is
convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey
family (Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ
Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using
black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space
with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life guards
and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him
off-guard. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce,
FL now, but still believes they're out there. You can google
"MOUNTAINPEN" to catch up on his latest blogs.
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16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
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Well peeps, it is
time to say good night to all of you and also to lovely Carol
Burnett. How I always loved that great television show, and now enjoy
the great reruns on the great and marvelous WE-TV, yo!!!!!!!!!!!! So
yes folks, I will add in here, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and no more
BUTTERCHEESE for me, but yes, Merry, I will do you that favor and not
talk so much about alligators and reptiles, so sahwee
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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