Monday, June 22, 2020

POOR POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 6




12:10 AM, 23 JUNE, 2020, TUESDAY



PREDICTION FOR DOW JONES, AS A RESULT OF MY DEATH ATTACK ON STEROIDS ON FATHER'S DAY IS AS FOLLOWS:



UP 400-700 POINTS MONDAY

UP 1200-2900 POINTS ON THE WEEK







ACTUAL EVENT, DJIA ON MONDAY'S CLOSE ON WALL GARBAGE STREET IN NYNY:



UP JUST OVER 153 POINTD, LOVELY GINA!

I TOLD YOU, MY GORGEOUS MUSCLE GIRL!



TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY!









From carefully viewing the news broadcasts since Sunday's (Fathers Day) assault on me that was beyond monstrous elder abuse and being totally criminal; it's obvious to a mother fucking lower level total tard that Trump was all pissed off on Saturday evening after his somewhat unsuccessful Tulsa, Oklahoma rubbish rally, and so AGAIN, his endless fucking strategy always kicks in, huh folks? You know, “Take it out on distant fucking goddamn cuzz Mark Pitiful Mountainpen!!!!! The entire world knows this by now, whether they choose to ignore the unmistakable facts involved or not. I am not Gina, and even lovely giant Gina ain't powerful enough to twist all of your arms here, oh great folks, but I know you know! And fuck your goddamn miserable Microsucks Corporation folksingers!!!!!!!!!!!!











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I am only looking to survive the worst nightmare that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE has ever managed to suck me into so far, or at least the one on par with the Stockholm Kidnapping of me by the WASHCLOTH KING FAMILY CLAN OF DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!! for the first time in the history of this POST AUGUST 15, 1986 DISASTER that I'm in here; I am actually HOPING FOR AN ENDLESS UP STOCK MARKET, AND WHATEVER ELSE THAT MONSTER PRICK TRUMP WANTS; SO THAT I WON'T BE GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKING MURDERED, BEFORE I CAN GET THE JESUS CHRIST SHIT EATING HELL OUT OF THIS PLACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yes, we all know that it is indeed at least partly me' own goddamn fucking fault for not RUNNING AWAY AND GETTING OUT OF HERE AND OBEYING THE HADDONWOOD GYMNASIUM THEME SONG OF 1995, a long time ago throughout the entire previous decade, WHILE THE GETTING WAS GOOD, as that old expression goes, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!! About thirty minutes or so before Sunday's and FATHER'S DAY'S MAJOR ASSAULT on me, I had a beyond MAJOR FUCKING LEFT SIDE DEATH ANGEL ATTACK HAPPEN; just as I am getting another nasty one now, at seconds shy of half past fucking cunt midnight on this Tuesday morning, and no aquarium trips later this afternoon, nor any Halloween outings either for little impish Merry, HUH LOVELY PATTY?????????









Hacking is not some simple thing. All utility hacks given to me since this all began getting really bad after August of 1986, even before modern day internet and digital age shit was everywhere; is all some kind of hacking, and even mental blocks where suddenly I forget something that I need to say or do or whatever, ALL OF IT is being done as a powerful HACK from a very powerful fucking FORCE that to the present age of ignorance, folks would think of as mysterious or even supernatural, when in fact, it is all just like with the great Next Generation STAR TREK TV-SHOW, and the episode called, “The Devil's Due”, with lovely alien lady 'Ardra'. The exact same thing is happening here with me, and many of you too, although you're too goddamn cave-day backward to see or understand the wild complexities to this reality. It is truly pathetic and fucking cunt eating beyond pitiful squared! You missed me Jane Witchbitch, so HA-HA-HA-HA-WHO? © ME!



GO WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 3, SUPER DEATH DAY BOTBAR, FEDS, SUPER HACK BOB MCDOWELL, F.C.C.





1:39 AM, 4 NOVEMBER, 2013

ALL DOTS ENDLESSLY CONNECT ALL THINGS.





Yes peeps, why this got hacked, is anybody's fucking guess, but IT DID, SIR ROCKFROID REEL GOOD ROBOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did someone say the fucking name of R.H. Macy?????????







WELL IF NOT, MAYBE SOMEONE SAID, AT A LOCAL CHARITY THAT'S NOT ALL THAT FUCKING CHARITIBLE IN MY HUMBLE OPINION, ''GO WASH YOUR HANDS''!!!!!!!!!!!!



I just took a huge computer hack, followed by lots of doors slamming in the hallway of the building after a day of quiet, it all just began right now around ten of the fucking cunt eating clock tonight, local Fort Pierce PEEDEE!





First off, the audio signal was off on the computer, yet I could play the media player system inside of it just fine, but a red signal showed up in the little icon at the right bottom screen section that told me it was turned off. Eventually it no longer displayed this, but when I went up to check something on a previous blog, the entire opening paragraph showing the date and time were all HACKED OFF, and a purple line extended to the end of the margin and then way past it, almost to the end of the computer screen. I tried and tried to repair and un-fucking-hack it, but to no avail, so I made a new copy by using the post at Blogger dot com, and from there merely reconstructed it all onto a new page document and then pasted in the entire rest of the 124 pages past the hacked up page one; and deleted out the entire hacked old fucking cunt document; FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION HEAD, and my 1972 pal from school; Bob McDowell, YO!





This UTILITY HACKING began as you well know, getting real mother fucking cock sucking horrendous, around the start of the pre-season 'HICKEY FUCKING SEASON' AND PHILLY GARBAGE-57 AND THAT GARBAGE ROTTEN VOCALIST PROMOTER BACK IN 1986, WHERE A LOT OF THIS SHIT SEEMS TO ALL FUCKING CUNT EATING STEM FROM. While I was fixing the hack, it was DOOR FUCKING SLAM CITY after a day of total quiet, both outside and inside; as I went out to the Walmart, for some microwave non-buttered popcorn. This is a very unhealthy mother fucking nation, Mister Washington Leaders. It should not have to be so difficult to get NON-BUTTERED shit, and this is why you all are so fucking FAT, AND LAZY, AND OUT OF SHAPE; all over the place; LOSERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah I'm fat and ugly as shit squared too; but at least I'm trying to buy better food; if you assholes in the dam ass FDA, would make it more readily available; thank you very much, BRR.















GO WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 5



10:24 POST MERIDIAN, 5 NOVEMBER, 2013











NOVEMBER 8, 2013, 9:14 PM-STANDARD TIME, FRIDAY





MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, THE BIGGEST WASTE OF TIME IN THE RECORDED HISTORY OF HUMAN-UNKIND



BLOG BOOK, ''GO WASH YOUR HANDS'', CHAPTER 10



BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

CONTINUING TO WASTE MY TIME AND MY LIFE, WITH THIS BLOGGING NONSENSE JUNK, ON ADVICE OF CHRIS BENNETT AND ED LYNCH









Well mother fucking world, if you don't at this exact second, feel like reading, ''ONE OF THOSE'' blogs from the Mountainpen, hit your 'HOME' key, then the 'NEXT-BLOG' prompt on the blogging web-site page, and come back when you are more in that particular mood. This I am telling you now, as from this point out, things just get more and more, and fucking way more powerful, and unpleasant; and nothing will be spared, not what I know, not feelings, not secrets; nothing at all will be spared. So here we are folks, if ready, climb aboard. If not, come back later on; no sweat.













Morianity is indeed, as stated before on my previous blogs, winding down, but this could still be one fucking hell of a wind down. Imagine a big spring coil all wound up real tightly for a million turns, and then suddenly released. If you are able to adequately make a mental picture of this folks, then you know things will not be ending somewhere around chapter 14 or 15 or 16, you get the drift, but this is the very absolute final book in all of my blogging career, and when it is finished, a back cover will be on it, forever. I will go on keeping my own private mother fucking journals from that point on, as I have been doing long before internet Gore ever came along in the early nineties, on or off of any Chaney Transdimensional Washington Super-Highways driven by paramedical ambulance technicians. Yes, I am not angry at the world or even the evil fucking enemies; not in any way that any of you could possibly understand at the present point. Someday, if you ever do ''GET IT'', give me a call, and you'll get the mind blow of 100 Count VonMarcucci's, I promise. If that day never comes, that is the way the shit is written in the stars. Far be it from me to so much as say BOO about it, huh Sheriff???????











Now the attack that is still ongoing, began just past one this cunt lapping morning. I was told today by the AT&T agent who I spoke with, that my agent did receive a number of calls in my area; and there was some outage in local equipment. But that was long repaired when I spoke to this nice lady representative. After I hung up and then called my voice-mail system to do a message retrieval, I was disconnected while doing this, and again, the light on my phone that is bright red began blinking, and again, the display area of the landline telephone, an AT&T product, purchased by me a year or more ago, at the local Fort Pierce Walmart Store; again displayed that the line was ''IN USE''. I hung up and after less than a minute, the light stopped flashing, and again I attempted to do a normal message retrieval, and this time it worked, and since then, the phone is operating normally. Still, very shortly, I will be forced to up my game, and have the two services that I had when I first came into this apartment, a Comcast service along with an AT&T service, and I may in addition, decide to activate an already pre-approved government cellphone system, that is totally free, for all area calls matching mine, and 911 is free also, I believe. If I had become ill last night when this happened to me, Pam Bondi, State Attorney General, mahm; I would have died in here, and the enemies would have covertly gotten away with first degree premeditated murder, my murder. Death does not scare me one bit. I am only petrified that my murder is going to go totally unavenged, and I swear right here and right now, my lovely Loo; that I will come back from the dead, and destroy this entire planet; if my murder goes unanswered, and my murderers are not dealt with and adequately punished. You can bet your fucking sweet adorable ass on this, Annie Cornfields Costner, at light speed fucking cunt squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Now knowing about APE (APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT) or ICPE (INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT), and a silly fucking toothless moron kid, can see with blinders masking taped to his or her face, that my hell and persecution, caused their wicked fucking cheated totally manipulated stock market DOW JONES to go right back up today, and retrace the very ground that it lost on its previous daily trading session. I have not been talking about this or making claims to all this for a few weeks, or a few months, Mister Drew Carey and Mister bob Barker, no sir. I have been discussing this from years and years, and decades, long before the internet existed for the general population of global citizenry; and guess who has a copy on cassette tape of this very mother fucking total absolute proof? You got it right if you said the UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE, on my 'Epitome of Harassment' tapes from 1988 and 1989, and I'll highlight this right fucking now for anyone who is just not GETTING THIS, and thinks that all this is a big laughing leprechaun imp from the land of the secret medical technicians, and the most lovely land in all the world, where else; but IRELAND. All real peeps seriously into the UFO phenomena, know about the abduction experiments and secret medical shit going on there; right AGENTS CONDOR and FALCON, of the UFO COVER UP, 1988, CHANNEL 11, WPIX, NEW YORK, NEW YORK, DOCUMENTARY, TELEVISION SHOW???????????







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Folks, a simple question if I may here, especially for any moms with kids; so viewers that may not be, but who know some; please get their opinions. How would you fucking like it if your kids in Little League were playing with opponent-teams who were playing to kill? I did not say playing unfair, or cheating, you heard what the fuck I said, and this ain't one of Gabby's daydreams here. This is powerful Morianity, with or without Isis's approval or permission!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just how happy would you be on a bright spring or summer morning as your kids go off to the local ballpark to play against kids who are going to try and win the game, by murdering your fucking children? Here is why I am asking this question, so listen carefully, and shit will begin to make some sense; whether you choose right now to believe me or fucking not. I am in a war-game with MIGHTY ASTRAL PLANE GODS, and always have been, and always will be; because all time is really one time, and is a big fat fucking illusion. Now, in order to distract their awareness, away from the quintessential hellishness of ENDLESSNESS; they must do major things that take their minds endlessly off of this. Thus if they never ever are dwelling on it, it can exist, and not be part of their interaction; literally separating them from HELL!!! Now I don't expect you to 'GET THIS'; and am only hoping that you'll keep on fucking reading this. Your awake brain is working in reverse and thinks endlessness is the coolest greatest thing imaginable. All things are reversed by the awake-brain, and if you think about this truth; you will know I am correct, and that you have absolutely no legitimate argument to present to me. You know how it appears to anyone, that the sun comes up and goes around us, and then goes down. Anyone can perfectly see the world is flat and not round, only an idiot sees a round world. You may know the truth, I said only a moron SEES a round world. You think being awake and being asleep is the real deal also, instead of a powerful reverse and there are many other lesser things, we all perceive, what I call in my Morianity; the REVERSE-ILLUSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The biggest one is never even thought about, and that is how we all crave immortality and fear termination, the hugest illusion and parlor trick in the Merlin Cosmos magic bag of tricks. For reasons that are too way out to tell fully on any blog, while living as a toddler in Levittown, in Pennsylvania, USA, ESMWG; I was sitting on a kitchen high-chair looking out a window at a lightning storm, and a beautiful bolt of yellow lightning came down right out the window, and sent lovely electrical warm pulses into my high chair and into me, and for a few seconds, my spirit-world-eyes were opened, as Christians might put it, or others in the world of the supernatural or black arts or those of Wicca, or whatever; and I saw a beautiful tall young blond female, a goddess, DIANA, as she was to eventually identify herself to me in 1983, roughly a quarter of a century in the future, from the time of this incident.



Now I am guessing that it was one or two months later on before we all left this rented home in Levittown, and I remember a conversation as clearly as if it was happening in this room right this minute, and I was a little shy yet of my fourth birthday. I asked my mother how long people live, and she casually while busy, answered back with these three words, ''About 100 years''. She thought that I was upset that I was going to die in 100 years or less, when I suddenly said back to her in a terrorized little voice, ''A hundred years''. A number of years later around age ten, my mom and I for reasons unknown to me, were discussing this very thing I had asked her as a toddler and her answer back to me, all I can say is that I was the one who brought this up, but exactly how it may have dovetailed from another conversation or whether it was out of the blue, is not remembered by me. My mother told me she had no memory of saying that to me, another 1985 deal only in reverse, only this is not one tiny bit germane to the point at hand, good folks.



She told me she would never have said that, and most likely I heard her wrong; as only a few people live that long. I told her she did say it and I remembered it very accurately, and still do to this day and it is not bullshit, she did say it. What she did not understand, and I blew her fucking mind at the age of ten, when I told her, I wasn't upset that she had told me this because I thought this was too short and I was scared to die someday, but to the contrary; I was scared out of my mind of having to live for so much longer, knowing I was only 4, and in my tiny mind, could not imagine another 96 years living here. Well, no normal child in the world is going to be thinking in this actual GODS-TRUE direction. The only reason that MY MIND was in reverse-immortal mode, was quite obvious. I had been directly in contact with the great goddess Diana Arteemis, of the Astral Plane, AKA LIGHTNING. She has an entire Astral World family of course, so many Lightning Goddesses and Gods are all over the Astral World, and we already have seen that lightning exists on numerous other planets just in our little fucking solar system. But the lightning from this Earth, is the energy equivalent of HER true beingness, with or without little kids with revenge lighters, and the inability to ever escape the truth when attempting to create fictional art, not in a limited sized universe where a maximum combination of realities exists, as you honestly cannot make anything up, and all truths are cleverly hidden and buried in the stories and legends, and yes folks; in the art of those living on the Earth, whether they like this factual truth or not. Yes Dave from early '1988 Apitamy misspellings'; 'we have fucking enemies, and these fucking enemies have power, and we don't'; and I am always leery and careful around any tall weeds, near or not near lakes, or capitol city's, or Libraries of Congress.

















MY CUNT EATING MOTHER FUCKING MOUSE IS ACTING UP BIG TIME FOLKS, SUPER ASS FUCKING HACKING AT 10:42 POST FUCKING ASS MERIDIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN OLD FRIEND FROM THE FCC, BOB MCDOWELL, OLD PAL AND SIR FROM 1972???





But this is not the only hack, as hacking with my utilities or anything electrically mother fucking related in any way, IS ON A MAJOR FUCKING ROLL, LADIES AND FREAKING GENTS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jesus fucking Christ all god dam ass mighty man, give it a rest and get a cunt lapping life, you asshole mother fuckers out there in the fucking NSA, or whoever the fucking shit you are, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fucking God Almighty, I NEED SOME HELP HERE, PAM BONDI, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO. MY KID'S GONNA FUCKING KILL ME IF YOU DON'T STOP HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





If only some of you would mother fucking click the shit I tell you to click, you wouldn't fucking have to take my fucking word for anything. It is all up on the cunt eating internet, BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





















Anyone can see if you would just god dam click on the three month prompt, on the DOW JONES shit, that this is all being done to me, just as I claim that it is, but I have not begun to tell shit, and this is going to go to the fucking wall if needs be; and you just see if this is some fucking ass poker bluff, WOMO----M2F!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WHAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!







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Jupiter, Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.










YOU SEE, FBI, THEY HAVE TAKEN MY RIGHTS TO PROVE MY VICTIMIZATION OF THEIR CRIMES, AND VIOLATED THEM, NO MORE BEING ALLOWED TO SHOW MARKET CHARTS, SO ANY REAL SYMPATHIZER, CAN GET TO A DOW JONES CHART, AND CLICK ONTO A 3 MONTH CHART, PROVING WHAT THESE FUCKING PRICKS HAVE DONE TO ME SINCE 1986 NOW; THAT CAUSED THE ENTIRE RUINATION OF A HUMAN LIFE, MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





































































































THIS WAS RANDOMLY SELECTED, I SWEAR!!!







SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 167

WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2296

SBT-DATFILE: CH-167-060911.881

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER 4:

QUINTESSENTIAL DEMENTEDNESS IN

AN ULTIMATE ART FORM, 33 MONTHS LATER”

COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

IN KEEPING ALL BANKS INCLUDING TYRA'S HAPPY,

'MARK WAYNE MOHR/MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN'



BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:



Quintessential dementedness is what is behind those great recently referred to on my blogs as OZ-CURTAINS, and from now on will just be shortened to OZCS. Don't die on me Sarah Callio Dream Taker. My grandfather wouldn't sell you or anyone connected with you, rotten directions to the nearest rest room, if your butt was on fire. As for good old Joe and our prior late summertime bet, I totally forgot about that until opening up a crate in my recent move, showing me where I buried the 500 twenty dollar bills, about fifteen miles west of here, and not so far from Billy Crouch's mighty residence. Speaking of hyperspace, do-overs, and telephone book listings; not only is my name missing, AT&T; but all of the other 'eight MOHR names' as well, in Saint Lucie County. Did Trump Graphics pay off allofem to move away, or to go unlisted? Yagodda admit folks, this is weird; but then with me, what the shit ain't? As for putting all of this nightmare into a great ultimate art form, and while quoting Mister Doctor Eckstein who if you remember peeps, was the fine outstanding gentleman who was directly responsible for getting me placed onto the Social Security Disability system, back in the autumn of the year 1994, without ever having to hire the famous law offices of 'B&B', and become one of the extremely rare cases of 'first apply/first accept'. This speaks for itself, and also is another ultimate, and that being, the ultimate axiomatic reality.



This is your lucky night folks, as I am gonna' tell you all a lot of super monster-ass huge, and devastatingly major mother fucking secrets, so be warned up front right now, and remember that you can always change the 'blogging channel' at any time, or for short, I call this the BLANNEL, on many of my prior older blogs of my 6+ year blogging tear-career!!!!! I'll begin with this huge ass secret, whether anyone will ever believe me or not, or likes it or not, it is the truth, and I'll mother fucking testify to it in any court, and on any day, MISTER FEDERAL GOVERNEMT, G-8, UN, WOMO, WHATEVERRR, SCUM!!!!!



Every time I blog at night, and this has been going on for many years and at many addresses, YO, the temperature goes up higher and higher and higher. Tonight when I began, the air conditioner was set at 82 degrees and was off, and had been off for over an hour, as it is past dark here, or was, when I started this blog. Every five minutes, I have lowered the setting by one degree, and now, about a half hour into the blog at 9:38 PM, I have reduced this one degree setting, a total of 8 mother fucking times, it is set now on 74, and I am still hot and uncomfortable. Before I began I was totally happy at 82 degrees in the setting, so the room was cooler than 82. Now it is running, and set down all the cunt lapping way to 74 degrees, and you people in this world don't believe these atrocities are real and going on, or are no more than products of delusion on the part of us crippled mentally ill mother fuckers, OH YEAH, RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



But what really is coming to mind right about now, with poor innocent whittle ol' me, after this fucking gargantuan monstrous despicable deplorable four fucking day chemtrail siege, and other siege on top of aerial, not to mention airplanes and stalking, is a television station in the good old wonderful never-sleeping city of Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG. Along with this station, known by locals and many nearby 100 mile radius folks via cable television as Channel-11, and WPIX, is also a show, and a wonderful documentary; done by them in the year of mother fucking 1988, called; “UFO-THE COVER UP”. Agent Condor and Agent Falcon were two government dudes that were doing sort of a death bed confession, giving me my idea to make that 'fake Florio future tape', and peeps, this is another well known parlor trick, by many Vegas Act Magicians. Parlor tricks get way more complex when things such as righteous goddesses tapes get named, more than a BRIPER of time before the writer of the song even knew or remembered a damn thing after the Doctor Rogers Nasal Spray Attack at my Raspberry Valley door, ten days or so later. This involves way more shit along the lines of the Star Trek-TNG-Q crap, and when ol' Cap Pick a Card uses the words “PARLOR TRICKS”, to “Q”, this is the level that shit such as this is on, make no cock sucking mistake about that lads, lassies, and Labrador Retrievers, YO. Some wonder, why I do not move on, and appear as though I am stuck in a time loop. This was directly insinuated through the back door of course, right on Philadelphia television one night, when the nightmare of Games Experts and soon to follow 'other geniuses' all took root and grew into this demonic experience. It is not me who won't move on, fuck you all for not believing me; as it is THEY, who simply WON'T LET ME move on, and they who have totally stopped me a very long time ago, literally freezing me in a very real, and yes, appearing time loop; all though this is pure illusion as far as any physical time worm hole shit. Great parlor trick number 939.75, huh?



Look folks, there is no Chevy Chase drunken hater syndrome, yet there may as well be. There is no heat beam coming down from the sky, or death ray. This is what makes those that are picked on like me, get labeled fucking 'crazies', an expression I invented in 1986, and the Copyright Office knows it. None of the stuff like tin foil going up to protect you, is real, and what is real, is that a MOGOSP PROGRAM in the 6th dimension of mind, is set up to do something, and with me, in the case example herein, it is or could easily be called, labeled, referred to as, etcetera, MARK MOHR DESTRUCT. Once this is all set up, shit just happens as it needs to, in order to keep all of the necessary things falling in line with the motive or the program that was set up. For those doubters of such an existing technology, you really have feeble minds, I am sorry to be the one to tell you, and I am telling you this online, and gladly will meet with you face to face and say it, and go ahead and hit me if jail is where you like being. I have cited this example over and over and over again. Go back 300 years and begin telling the peeps around you about I-Pods, and internet, and jet travel, and Global Positioning Satellites, and on and on, recreating reality with magnetic heads, silicon chips, and early versions of atomic lasers, in 2 and even 3 dimensions, with Blue Ray, and on and on. When things progress just a wee bit further, it is no big deal to scan back before somebody died, and recreate the image in a full 4-D reality. I AM THE RESSURECTION, bull shit, the great man of Galilee said, 'I have the laser retrace machine', but the translation is a perfect equal in truth and reality. My family, in less than 300 years did not complete or begin this 2300 year experiment, and it along with all other bull shit, cannot really begin, or end, it simply is; and in there lies the powerful shit that Dawn-Marie King knew a lot more than even I realized, while under her cruel vicious captivity, YO. Still, let us talk about the greatest television show of all time, “Law and Order”, and the episode where he is railing out hatred of the Jews, and how indeed present day Hollywood is basically owned by them, and how they blacklist all their enemies. I know more believe that I am blacklisted physically here in three dimensions than I believe I just made love to my fucking great grand mother. Still, that old bell rings, right Detective Studderreale, BING, and it sure looks like this is the reality, but then it looks like I knew all about the future back in 1986, not just by shouting out the word “MI” before the 'Real Good Girl' song began, but right down to the 'crazies' 'liocked' away inside a padded room of woe, and mountains full of gold, and then the mind bending parlor trick, that there are no minors/miners around that are too old!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Houdini, should I ever let the real super shit out, old stomach punch dude???????????? The EW knows this is all totally fucking real/e, but they are so busy quivering and shivering along with LOIS FOCA LANE and old Soup, they just want me to vanish and disappear, yet with all of that and so much more, there still is a ton of other stuff beyond all this, and yet it indeed can be totally compressed, abridged, and folded up together into one neat nice little ol' package; but only if you will open up your mind to truth and reality, and not keep it boxed up and shut as tight as a freaking ass warped winter door at Elisa's Lakehouse.



I am not through with the “L&O” television show, or Chevy Mean-Mouth Chase, and in fact peeps, YO, I'm only starting, All Mighty and beyond lovely Goddess Sarah Jacobson of 1972. First off, Stiemetz, Callio, McGuire, Garrigan, McGinty, Karpf, King, McGettigan, Levy, and Albright families of Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG; with roots stretching around the local states in all directions except east; only the 6th-dimension is real, and all of these things that seemingly are taking place all throughout this vast and inconceivably huge 5th dimensional hyperspace such as this universe and all of the other parallel ones as well, is a byproduct. It is like dummies and puppets, and their puppeteers, as only the string pullers or original thought-energies themselves that exist totally and only on this much higher realm of the 6th dimension, are real; and we are moving and thinking, only it is them, not really us at all. Like it or not, this is the powerful truth that a very few peeps came to see as a result of being very smart, and then learning about the modern day PC and internet system; and yes, PP, your old girlfriend is still mad and one of my 1986 crazies, am I right or tell me sir, and country bumpkin ex-partner crook, am I right? Did you not tell me to my face that day and I quote you, while describing yourself, “I'm a nasty bastard”? Was that out of your mouth or am I making up a lie tonight here in the future, you miserable pile of crap?



Oh I totally fucking guarantee you all that the Billionaires Club, and the G-8-UN-System, 'think' that they are controlling this world, with the operative word here being “THINK”. Yes, we all think, WE are thinking, or doing, and being, and are just fucking ass puppets for 1-100 years in each set of our Astral Plane Dream-Downs, or lifetimes, YO!!!!! Maybe the EW “THINKS” (Entertainment World), that THEY are doing all of this to me, and that is fine and well. But it is time tonight to offer up an interesting true proof here that will shake up the real thinkers of this twisted diseased little puny ass planet, YO.



Now this will be a hypothetical example, along with all made up names, yet all those who know what is being said, indeed are there, and reading this, and KNOW WHAT IS BEING FREAKING SAID, so there! The proof that I am being stopped will be in this “whittle ass falweetale called Elmer Wabbit Fwudd MOUNTAINPEN Illwastwates”. There is a man named Dodo-Jo who lived near the sand without any sweeping brooms, Senator Electra. It had been going on four years since he was contacted by a strange young girl. One day for no apparent reason, he began writing some really wild music that made no sense at the time but would as years and decades followed. This same girl contacted him again, only before it was in a dream, and this time, it was over the telephone. So one day, he called up the Walsh Telephone Company, and asked an employee how this person was able to call DODO-JO when the telephone line was not connected up to the outside world, and while they were working on his line. This employee, Miss Shovel, told poor DODO-JO it is not possible for anyone to call in while the line was off the system. Twenty-six years in the future however, they contacted the same person who was indeed able to pull this off somehow, and had her make a television commercial that poor DDJ could not miss the zingers on. In-between these years, she did many other things to poor old DDJ. She even managed to come into his dreams as well as waking life on one occasion while he was 100 miles from home one night with a pal of his. She seems to have an incredible affinity with electronics and electrical energy, and can pull off unfathomable miracles. A decade or just a tad bit after they met in person, she sent him another wild dream, and sang another song to him, as she had done 17 years earlier. She had fooled him cleverly into believing that more than one person was involved when all the time, it was only her. In the dream, another part of her had become a world famous recording artist with plat albums out every single year. In this dream, she had one of these albums include an additional song, and she sang it so beautifully, that it is just absolutely indescribable. 14 years passed after this, and he decided to post this song up, redone only as far as some minor alteration in lyrical content, so as to reflect a male singer instead of a female one. The job was done by an advanced machine and program, and was totally machine generated and digitally created. Not one part of the composition was inaccurate or imperfect, the voice was sampled by an unknown program except for a special dozen peeps that know of it on major-geeks dot com, and without knowing how to download it through a code that they provide, would cost 20 grand or more and be way out of DDJ's budget. The machine sang it pitch-perfect within less than half of one cent off any note in the entire composition. The same thing applied to the timing, and it all was within one tenth of one percent accurate on a 32nd-note timed ticker. The machine generated a great arrangement, and at the end, it was given very professional sound EFX. After posting the song on the world wide kindershet at a site where peeps post music, called the Blue-Move, only 25 peeps viewed it, and no one made one comment. Now wrapping up this fairytale, Miss UMWELL, I was told by many local peeps that they could never access the site when they tried to look at it. It was totally hacked out, and produced the illusion that it was real and accessible, and only to the computer that posted it up, a studio owned here in South Florida by one of Ron HonZovi's first cousins. My computer was able to get to it once in a while, most of the time it was basically hacked out. DDJ knows without a doubt, that this really was a mega hit record of this girl, in an altered reality. So if things are not all being messed with, why did I get 25 views and nothing, while two years ago, some lady over in Pinkland across the sea was an internet celebrity overnight? DDJ totally knows what the reality is, but as a friend of his told him who worked at a Camden County Law Enforcement Office throughout the nineties, knowing it is one thing, proving it is a totally other deal; and he is 100% on the $$$$$. In any event, ol' DDJ removed that along with another uploaded work to the site. Hackers accomplished their mission, verifying that nothing is ever available anywhere, for poor DDJ to ever do, as HE WILL BE ETERNALLY STOPPED AND PREVENTED; and no logical explanation can be rationalized on this “fairytale” of truth, as this WAS a powerful hit song. He can never prove this in physical reality, but 'HE KNOWS WHAT HE KNOWS', with or without the mysterious existence of one Dawn-Marie King of Hammonton, New Jersey. Through it all however, is the one constant that the 6th dimension endlessly reveals to any viewers who all ready are indeed convinced of things, and that is that we are all inside what may as well be thought of as a huge arcade and video game, and are no more than puppets and PacMan blobs. But things are only beginning to freaking heat up now folks, so listen up YO!



I was on that good old site, called Fairytale Blue Move a couple of days ago, and reading some comments left on other poster's sites. The subject was CHEMTRAILS, and many sites are posted up here. I loved the commenter who said to one of the posters, we should stop calling ourselves conspiracy-theorists, we really should start a movement and call ourselves what we really are, TRUTH PATRIOTS, this is someone else's quote, and my paraphrase, and I love it, you go, whoever the fuck you are, you rock, BRAHHHHHH. Now, another comment seemed to appear down below and it caught my eye, seemingly by magic. The post was not just made, but it seemed to be a parlor trick, and it got my heart pounding to the point that I wanted to report the threat to the Blue Move authorities, but with all my hacking, it would have been a total waste of my time and I knew it. It read and I quote almost directly if not directly, “4 all you people talking about CHEMTRAILS, we know where you live”. I use my blogs as therapy and I say some wild shit, but I would never dream of making such a threat on anyone else's post or upload or blog or page or whatever. I think this 'SHOULD BE INVESTIGATED', still, it could always have been done by the poster; just to fake out the severity of the subject and without knowing it, sabotage the real effort to stop this horrendous sky poisoning. Still, I hope this site looks into this, if it reads these words. I left my residence a half hour later and arrived at the local TD Bank, where I have a checking account. When I got back into my automobile after getting an ATM balance; I told you all what happened to me, and I have had several nasty fucking nightmares since this, so this is a dangerous person, whoever posted this fucking shit, VERY FUCKING DANGEROUS, AND IS A THREAT TO CIVIL LIBERTIES. Where are you tonight, old ex-ex-ex landlord, Agent Steve Caruso, FBI?



Yes peeps, I indeed go through this fucking seasonal siege and death assault on an annual non-missed basis, and it is every year, right around early through middle June, and for the gods only fucking know what reason and why they pick on me so much at this precise time, but it was real even back in the lousy fucking late eighties, it is bad in both May and June, and even if the Flyers are playing, or out of the race, either way it goes fucking on, so it is more than just fucking HOCKEY, Mister Fonda!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “FTS”. Tellem Jane Clocks.



When I had this event go down, and also all throughout this fucking M/T/W/T 4-day fucking aerial siege of wall to wall fucking chemical poisoning and trailing, YO, I also have had the totally predictable major hyper ass off the meters and scales, PC, also known Sir Prince; as PUSSY-COMMAND, YO. Whenever sky siege goes on and on, even if in real time it is only day one of it, the siege matches the PC, and it is ridiculous and fucking major. Why would an old dude almost fucking sixty years old, fat, short, ugly, and a nobody with nothing to offer, be mobbed and swamped by young gorgeous exciting pussy? I am talking MAJOR ASS FLIRTATION here, and not nit-shit, BRO.









You don't mother fucking seriously cunt eating think ass hole WOMO enemies, that I will give you my life, do you? Sheeeeeeeeeeeeit. You wanna' fucking kill and murder me ya' bitches, you're gonna have to risk a lot more, and come out of the woodwork a lot more than this; ya' fucking miserable jack off scum bag toilet water lappers.









Elder Hair is a twin, the dude from the Mormon Church in Utah, to Mister Goldstein and the Dowd on TNG Star Trek. I knew I was repressing a major American Express memory. But that is not the half of it. I have been repressing the memories of hundreds of powerful dreaming-interactions, and came to realize this in one huge boom just today. I'll get fucking into this shit at a later time, it is late and I'm hungry and tired.









I am sorry you are angry with me All Mighty Scylla, all I remember is you telling me this last night in your great city filled with Shaniah Ripoff Lights. Yes I know the whole story about Kevin Willis and his thugs, I am not holding any grudges, you are one mystery after another to me, as I thought you believed in 'Thou Shalt Not Take' what doesn't belong to us, so far, I'm missing one cassette, and Kate's song. I am not here to gather up anything, it is nothing but a bunch of particles and waves and parlor trick illusions, you seem to have forgotten, and we both know why, so keep forgetting, and enjoy what you created, and thank you for taking the memory away while I am with you in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, this must be a horrific burden for you to carry, with any amount of R's. Still, you must know, that 'HE' knows and remembers, so does Sherry Lee Pote, BEG. IWALU. I am so sorry for all of this hell.









If you ever look up any of my family from your birth place in the 20th century, tell them not to ever contact me, as they can all burn up. Also, the only terrific source for matters of lineage, in case this ever helps you brown-eyes, is Mister Goldstein. I do not know if he is alive, but they are either twins which your family relates to quite well, or I am a monkey's uncle. Oh, if your mother ever runs into Fred at the Met, please have him call me. BYE-BYE.
















I'LL SAY IT THREE TIMES OVER, CUZZ!








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Oh yes Cuzz Don; women only seek after our respect, and NAUT YOUR LUST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











So what truly is the story of all of all of our damn Schuylkill Expressway lives; Donald, sir????????????????











Well, without concerning ourselves too much with mundane or trivial matters of what my latengrate pop might very well refer to in 1976 as the “DEAD-PAST”; allow me to sum a few things up, just 'as if' Morianity were a fourteen year long course at some future time, and now it is time for a major condensed thesis to be done to earn a high grade, and in this particular case, the grade is the enlightenment of humanity, at least in one tiny percentage of about one seven and a half billionth of the grand total. Before I do this somewhat small feat, I will say the following little thing, for the record:









I took some nasty roach attacks yesterday after it was better for a while, and lots of strange things are going on. Also, the dirt bag loud car music blaster (if you want to call this 'no-talented noise' 'MUSIC', came back yesterday at 3:22 in the afternoon. The real heavy assault came shortly before that and lasted all day long, that being a MAJOR HEALTH STRIKE ON MY FRAIL BODY, whatever the MILITUFAWCES do to me that cause horrendous unpleasant feelings inside my body and leaving me with wild and monstrous damn diareah. This all began in the year 1986, and actually, BEFORE the rest of the attack did, and that includes the other half of the HEALTH ASSAULTS ON ME, that totally fuck up the heart rhythm and leave you feeling extremely weak and poor. This all started at the ending part of the previous year of 1985, and it seemed to be somehow connected with a power company near Paulsboro, NJUSAESMWG, connected with the entire wild MUFON situation of AREA 51 and New Mexico. Something that this place was storing in their basement where the guards needed to walk through on an hourly basis to hit the security clock keys that prove to an insurance company that certain areas are being routinely patrolled, was most definitely causing this health problem that came upon me during this time, and then seemed to slowly lead me into many other wild and very weird crap to follow. I had a fourth straight NAUT-SO-GREAT yet naut totally BOTBAR DAY yesterday. This all led me to say certain things now, today. The main thing being that it is high time to make an “ARTICLES OF AGREEMENT” in this now fourteen plus year Morianity project. Unlike up there in the swamplands of WASH-YOUR-HANDS WASHINGTON, DC; my articles cannot be voted down by a body of totally crooked politicians, calling themselves a POLITICAL PARTY, and daring to pretend that they are actually a legitimate part of America, and its marvelous mother fucking CONSTITUTION!









ARTICLE 1:









These blogs have most definitely tied together sufficient dots and items that prove that Morianity and its tale of woe from the deepest bowels of Dogtown (HELL), are real and true in all claims, with stuff told regarding magical things done to me, magical places such as the RPL Sound Studio, Cooley Hall, and Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New Jersey.







ARTICLE 2:



Things done and said by my mother after the nineteen-eighties ended, regarding not caring if she ever was a grandmother, hypothetical daughter diatribes every time she wanted to make major points in arguments with me, as well as things in general along those line all throughout the nineteen-nineties, as well as her actual office coworker Mizz Patty Hollister, all leading to the inescapable reality of my 'secret-daughter', an agreement made between these two women a long time ago.









ARTICLE 3:





The absolute logic defying verification on a scientific level, that even the cosmos itself is responding to, as well as seemingly is inter-connected all throughout this entire mess, with the greatest example of any of them, being the levy-Shoemaker Comet that struck the Planet Jupiter in the summer of 1994 and shortly after my leaving the rental home of Misses Patricia Meeker in Gibbsboro, New Jersey, to move into the somewhat now globally famous thanx to Morianity, “HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS” of Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, owned by Misses Maria Shoemaker, and following this and directly after leaving this place for the Somerdale Death-House, all of my Atlantic City, New Jersey excursions, on the beaches of Atlantic city in 1997; when the Honorable Sir & 'naut yet Mayor, Lifeguard Chief Mister Robert Levy Senior' came into the interactions of my life or my “MIDLIFE CRISES” life, during that unfathomable period of time in that life, that I have referred to then as well as ever since, as my “Search for Sarah”.











ARTICLE 4:







The complete and perfect tieing in and agreement, with the mighty New Age Author's concepts and belief systems, concerning what my Morianity has named and labeled with his name and in his honor, the James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome, with items far too countless to name in this Articles section now, but such as the Misses Marola of Cooley Hall and her beyond surreal insistence and tenacity of forcing me to come to school on a holiday, against my will, to perform a silly little school play, on 30 May, 1969; and how this action then led me to be in Atlantic City that same day, but at a completely different and slightly later time than I would have otherwise been, and thus allowing me to witness a great event on Tennessee Avenue, and that being one of the two things spoken by the Almighty Goddess on this street of great wonder, that I will be proving beyond any doubt whatsoever very shortly; has cosmic significance, and cannot be ignored, or even intelligently argued by the most scientific minds on this planet.









ARTICLE 5:





No matter who in the world, including the great almighty American Psychiatric Association (APA), attempts to claim that all of this is the work and delusions of a mentally ill mind, must concede that I have had literally dozens of people now, from Edward (Himacane) Lynch, telling me that indeed there are some things in my life that even he couldn't explain, and he thought he had a rational answer to anything, to Steve Petersen the Assistant to New Jersey Federal Congressman Andrews, in 1995 or 1996 who wrote a letter to Admiral Perry, whom I had known from earlier times when I resided in Moorestown, NJUSAESMWG, at sir Jim Wilson's dollhouse on Central Avenue, regarding my aerial persecution and unfathomable stalking by some unexplainable group and force who endlessly flew planes and jets all around me morning and night, for decades of time without letup. No one was more down to Earth, and to quote his letter to some Republican Colleague who he had written to concerning his pal, Mark Wayne Mohr, and I of course am speaking about my pal Sir David Charles Roth, telling him that he was a Republican and a Churchman, and a respectable tax paying member of the Philadelphia community, and that these things were absolutely real and happening to me, and that he would legally testify and witness to all of it, anywhere and any time. Included in my list of normal and not mentally ill people who once were alive and could vouch for me and witness for me in all of my Morianity claims and stories, would be name recognized folks, people within the structure of political power and law enforcement, even though the vast majority would say otherwise, I still had a large grouping of people who did not agree with the great 'Marola-Lottery' of going with the majority in life, in order to be right, and her mighty words of wisdom to me that were proven totally off base just a couple of years later down the road, when state lotteries all began; and it was the one person of great minority who won each day, or week, or whatever, disproving her concept of being right by always going with the larger numbers on the arguments of life.





ARTICLE 6:





The incredible reality of female recording artists seemingly somehow and for reasons totally unknown at this time still, being inter-connected with my life, either as younger people or in present time life situations, or in most cases, BOTH. On top of that, my pal Dave Roth was in actual letter correspondence in the nineteen-eighties and nineties, with a large group of them, and showed me their letters to him, and these were top musical artists of the times,and those letters were absolutely legitimate and real. The hugest part of course with all of this was all happening in the very days and times of my meeting this man at the #113 Caldor Department Store of Woodbury Heights, NJUSAESMWG; in early November of 1985. I speak of shortly after becoming his pal, our trip to see his musical group peeps called, “New Shoes” in Manhattan, early in August of 1986, and actually meeting up with a girl who was my daughter, and neither of us had the smallest clue then. Maybe some wild stories such as this happen to other folks from time to time, but the odds mathematically for even a small combination of all of it, actually happening to any one person, literally stretches into numbers that contain forty and fifty zeros. Any top university mathematical professor can easily verify all of this and all of these things someday, if of course “HALLS FAWCES” as my Morianity calls them, would allow this to ever be done, and they won't!












I will prepare to go through ETERNITY IN HELL of course, while the rest of you are seemingly permitted the great luxury of powering through IT ALL. Still, these are my 6 ARTICLES OF MORIANITY AND ITS AGREEMENTS IN REALITY that if anyone out there could and can ever dispute successfully, PROVING ME WRONG IN ALL OF ME' CLAIMS; well great, as nothing in this damn world, SENATOR SIR, would make me happier than to have this done. The mighty Sir Clarence Harris, the 1997 and 1998 Assistant to Federal-Congressman Robert Andrews, said it all. He told me that HE WAS MOST DEFINITELY GOING TO PROVE ME WRONG ON SOME THINGS. He could not, and this made him literally get so damn-ass frustrated, that he nearly lost his mind. This is the same great United States Marine who told me, shortly after Dairy Queen Katy messed up some things for me with him as well as me' old singer pal Bob Andrews whom he worked for; that if he could do it and if it were only legal, he “would like to somehow fake my death, and THEN QUIETLY HANG AROUND TO SEE WHO COMES AROUND TO PICK AT MY BONES”! These things are all totally real people out here, THEY INDEED HAPPENED, and the only folks who've tried to make it appear as if it is a lie or a hoax or simply me' mental illness; ALL HAVE GODDAMN MAJOR PERSONAL AGENDAS, as well as huge personal vested interests; in this 14+ year Mountainpen's Morianity, never becoming a known and accepted part of global history, which in my vely humble opinion Mister FCC McDowell, old pal from Cooley Hall, most definitely needs to become a part of. I literally believe that two things of equal importance needs to be done to keep humanity as we know it from shortly going the way of the dinosaurs of long ago. One is a space program project that is far better than anything we have yet for asteroid deflection, and two is the Global unveiling of Mountainpen's MORIANITY. If you insist that this is mental illness coupled with major fucking delusions of grandeur; then please always remember that I firmly and most vehemently disagree with you, and yet simultaneously; I would fight and die on any battlefield on this Earth-Planet, for your right to indeed disagree with me, and to call me all the names of 'Listener-Therese', and any others anywhere, either on or not on the mighty WFMU-INTERNET RADIO and their Crackpots From New Jersey. To quote a great literary god, at least IMHO people; Mister Esolph, and his mighty wonderful and awesome fables, “And that's THAT”!!!!! So to quote one other great man who is perfectly capable of knocking just about anyone right out of their Blue Swede Shoes, Sir Atlantic City State Police 1984 Marina Dispatcher; one really gargantuan and HUUUUUUUUUGE “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!! Hey Chester-Frank, gimme' a 'DAMN' buzz someday if you're reading these words, for crying out loud, yo!







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I'M LYIN', I'M DYIN'. WELL, I sure seem to be dying aniwho! The answer is never to keep doing the same thing forever when it is getting a person absolutely no place at all. So I may have to invest a little money to attempt to expand the viewership of this damn blog. WOW SHERIFF, are me' damn MILITUFORCE-ENEMIES/Black-Hat HACKERS using that rotten ass SPACE-BAR-HACK on me today. But then kind sir, SOSO-WEIN???









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A major COMPUTER HACK is happening to me SHERIFF KEN MASCARA. I am having problems trying to post up me' mother fucking whittle bwog, oh boy, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD????????? Let's 'DAMN' try again, yo!







END TRANSMISSION.



Y SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”


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


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

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

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

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

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







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          • anonymous said on Apr 02, 2009....
    You shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she watches the show.

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



BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR

BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT

BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT

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

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

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Hey so sue me if it ain't August 6, 2014!

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AUGUST 6, 2014,

WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:20,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 89 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 60%, IT FEELS 102 DEGREES FOLKS!











It hit 87 or so with a heat index well into the nineties, but then got cloudy and cooled down real nicely. That is NAUT on AUGUST 6, 2014, but up here in February of 2020. But what is really the difference when everything is all in our head, via SPACE-TIME-MIND for crissake?






























































































































































































































































There also really is more than just a 401 Virginia Avenue water company, in Atlantic City, and a Santa Claus; as he helped me move one day from one apartment into another, along with the powerful lovely PATTY, but still, Briscoe, I wish you were my personal fucking detective, Lenny old “L&O” pal, YO!








JOHN J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really begin, Mizz Sabrina Dark Shadows Collins???



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And a bigger offender to me personally, Mister Thomas J. Reale, of Somers Point, New Jersey, and I was the dam minor child. Of course, the year before that, Paula King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang committed unspeakable acts also. But the powers they have is a subject for a brand new expanded level, that I can only hope to touch on about a millionth of a percent tonight, YO!







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After viewing four hours of great informative and intelligent shows, about the topic of UFO and alien encounters; despite my absolutely not believing in this, or shall I say, on its face value of not incorporating spiritual illusion or (maya), as many ancient guru masters have called this, as the co-ingredient, along with what indeed appear to be plenty of real life happenings, covered up by scared world leaders who have been totally fooled so far, maybe, by what Mountainpen and his Morianity have named and labeled, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY! Before going on, yes I believe in what they all do, but only to that extent. I am not even sure at all if those who think they know what is happening, do, and if I am wrong and they indeed do, then believe me people, they know that you would not be able to handle this truth, and so they do what they do to insist this is not real, and so on, and will continue to do so; JUST AS ALL OF YOU DO, when it is put in its truer and realer terms, of, and again to quote only what I have named this, ESS. All night, Morty dirt ball Mortino the Death Angel is going past me on my right side, again now too, at 3:12 Ante' Meridian. Folks, agents, non-agents, whoever you all are; I cannot deny my life, my family crap, the way it all began after leaving high school, the way every branch of the military came to me and tried to enlist me, Vietnam war on or not, as they knew Nixon was winding it down and they didn't need some special ed asshole like me, in the service, not unless, well, again, some of you saw the shows. It's fucking disgusting, just how accurate all of this information, depicts the otherwise totally unexplainable events in my life, and yet when this new shit is added into the mix of enlightenment; things fucking clear up for me at warp fucking speed, my fiends and my friends out here, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









Now some might be saying who know my story as well or nearly as well as I do, well asshole, how about when you say they wrecked your education, and they threw you into special education way back in the end of 1968, and even before that in the school year of September 1965 through June 1966, they threw your puny little deranged sick asshole into the New Jersey Neuro Psychiatric Institute, in Princeton, New Jersey! Well, you would be right. I only said that things that already were weird and whack and wild and fucked up, got more weird, more whack, and even more fucked up around 1972 and into 1973, as I was leaving the great and powerful COOLEY-WORMHOLE-HALL. I never will claim to have all the answers to all of this, but I do know that after a lifetime of total torture and torment, I do have the right to blog my story, and share it with this planet, as just what if it contains necessary fucking shit for the sustained life of the population of this world, as I feel it does, very dam strongly? Would I not be in poor character and conscience to sit back and just shut up like none of this mother fucking unfathomable shit ever went down around me, YO?









Yes lads and lassies; this was all merely my whittle personal opinion, to which I too am totally entitled to. Am I correct in that assumption, Mizz Mashell RPL Daniels, of 1980? Well, if not; and that is the way it goes, then “BULLSHIT ON ALL OF YOU; CUBED, AND CUBAN, AND THEN RE-SQUARED”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW. So did Roddenberry's doppelganger want me to understand all of this in the future, where I am living now, since the day I bought that videotape at the local Good Will Store, here in Fort Pierce, along with a dozen or so others, of Star Trek original shows; and this one being the one called, “Where No Man Has Gone Before” from 1966?















THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,





CHAPTER 13







7:39 A.M.

SATURDAY, 15 FEBRUARY, 2020





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SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Sir Arthur:

AHA-AHA-AHA, and fuck the damn world, at C-SQ!



Yes the temps went even higher than predicted and the heat index was in the mid nineties to the southern part of my county, in Port Saint Lucie, Florida, USA. But then, it cooled down and clouded over, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! I know that a whole fucking goddamn lot of folks are saying: Mark you fuckiGN asshole

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Now the dude that night late in 1984 while I resided in Cinnaminson, NJUSAESMWG, who called me an asshole because I made a turn that he did not like in Fairview one early evening, but that I had every goddamn legal right to make, can go STRAIGHT TO MOTHER FUCKING DOGTOWN and I hope that he does, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!









I will be doing some real fucking brain breaking shortly about just why the great cohesiveness of peeps in my past all becoming huge hot shots or in the case of a very few such as poor pitiful Mister Mike Gutherman, they go down the toilet in the ultimate bi-polar truth that seems to work as some unexplainable deflection shield radiating all around me and projecting out to anyone who makes contact for any significant length of time!









This will really break some brains, so I warn folks that when I do get into this fucking shit yo, please be good and ready. Be awake, be ready with lots of coffee or tea and have no damn weird drugs or alky around to get even more screwed up on as I tell it all. That, you may all take right here and now, as Mountainpen's ultimate caviet emptor warning, oh lovely Paula King, and poor pitiful Sir Regis TD Philbin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A lot of it connects right up to the great Peruvian trips taken by Mister New Age Author Redfield and his great science of applied synchronicity, as well as mountainpen and Morianity's towel-seepage-effects in the world of applied hyper-space-mechanics! I'll tell you all right now that you will reanalyze many things in your own lives and in your own dreams, unless of course you happen to be one of those who consciously blocks out the “dreaming-channel”. I say to all of them, “Lucky lucky UUUUUUUUUU”. But for the majority of folks, you won't ever see life in the same way when I write it all down for you, so if that prospect offends or bothers you in some way, please don't read it when it comes down the blogger pike!!!!!!!!!!!!!!























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