LOYAL-30, The Next Blog and Subtitled; Blogaudian and Head-Morian Schedules don't always Match and Agree When Proper Times R-4 Revealing Major Tied-In Life-Mechanic Deals of the Mountainpen, and now is the Time 2 Really Tell Some New Stuff
08:00 AM, WEDNESDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 14, 2024
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MORIANITY'S SECRETS THERMOMETER SCALE, (MSTS):
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Week ending at 4 PM, Tuesday afternoon: 02-20-24
SOOOOOOOOO Mister Crane, what R the magical connections between DREAMS, UFO TRUTHS, and the magical little voice we all here inside our selves constantly and continuously, YO???!!!!
I shall begin this with a simple bridge across lots more stuff than transdimensional Sarah's magical yellow telephone, from a couple of years into this brand new 3rd millennium, from back at the time of this experience, from the Roadway Trucking place job where I was stationed as a security guard when it all went down. I know beyond the shadow of doubt, where the entire UFO phenomenon comes from, the DREAM-REALM, and I also know 4 absolute runt slapping total certain where biblical dream prophecy and Almighty Jehovah's instructions 2 HER prophets all come from also, and on top of that as well as Mister Checkoff Whales of 1986; I know that Mizz Helen Zabriskie along with her son in law (lovely Andrea's hubby of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG), all come from, the deal behind all of this, not where they in clay form do, as that is known only by their parents and the astral plane gods!!!!!!!!!!!! Back while I was residing at the PEE-HA Building, from early in April of 2011 through middle February of 2021, I had an incredibly vivid, wild, unpleasant nightmare one night. I was at 1802 Robin Hill, and it was in some area in 5th dimensional hyperspace, that was between localized and intermediate, or (between localized and distant hyperspace), and the time was unknown and time does not matter 2 much between worlds since it may or it may not B similar such as what may appear on a wall calendar or events that went down on certain dates inter-world, such as who was president during a particular year and so on and so forth; and again, it was all about music, my music, and of course how could anyone ever forget who is reading this Morianity, “MY ENEMIES”, and just how they R endlessly making me' physical life as Mark Wayne Mohr, one endless living breathing rotten indescribable nightmare DOGTOWN (H---E---L---L)!!!! Helen Zabriskie was not in the nightmare at all, HOWEVER, her son in law was the key player, and this dude is an African-American young dude, or was back in 1999, about age 20 or so as her daughter Andrea his wife, was just 21 years old when I met lovely Helen in middle late summer time or early in August of 1999, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, on Broadway and only 5 blocks or so away from the great Jefferson Street Licorice Plant called 'Mac-Andrews & Forbes', where I worked as a guard back in 1980, as well as many other times and years; and had many wild experiences there, including the one leading up 2-Y-I-2 this very day, use the term and expression of, “HALLS FAWCES”!!!!!!!!!!!! But years after this wild nightmare that I will now get fully into on this writing, I weas living here where I am presently at the Quiet Waters Co-Op-Park in northeastern Fort Pierce, Flowerland-USA, and had this other more recent dream that occurred shortly B-4 these blogs were resumed after me' most recent quarter-decade sabbatical off-time in September of 2022. Yes I screwed up and said 9-2023 on a recent blog, that was another Mountainpen prior blog hack or error (PBHE). But back in the middle summer time somewhere in 2022, I had that wild nightmare of being on that highway with Helen and where she lived in some Pennsylvania high rise about 50 miles or so outside of Philadelphia and was working as a state trooper and had a large family and many children, in that part of hyperspace. Still, she also had that very same son in law, whose name I forget now, but that I did originally know back in 1999, in the waking world parts of the 5th DHS system. Now in this earlier dreaming experience while living back at the 'high-rise' building here on 7th Street and avenue B; this dude was walking around the apartment (1802 Robin Hill) over and over and yelling up 2 me all sorts of nasty unpleasant stuff; and a lot of it pertained 2 music that I had been playing. I only put this whole damn glass deal together in vely vely recent times however, and this is all a part of the PART-B SAFET DEAL, whereby the more we cogitate and thinkl, and write down our life story such as I do when I maske notes and then proceed 2 do these blogs, then have more dreams as a result, and then continue this non ending process of true 5th dimensional growth so 2 speak and in total violation of the great almighty UMWELL SOCIETY and its concepts of major ultimate NO-NO stuff; this is indeed how stuff gets endlessly and continually unraveled and puzzles do eventually go on and get solved! I know this 4 a dern fact, and Mizz-UM-B-damned-2-Dogtown! Simplllleeee as THAT; all curly haired girls all over the place, YO!!! Now the dream that took place first while I lived at the prior address and high rise building on the 6th floor of a total of 7 floors, matched several things major with my music, and then the following dream leading me 2 resume me' blogs a month or less following the dream in summer time of 2022, was also all tied in 2 Robin hill, and the highway that Helen-Z and I were driving on in this wild dreaming interaction was all a gigantic & HUUUUUUUGE part of it all as 'well, UM'!!! Some of this stuff is also within the range that the Mountainpen's Morianity describes and classifies with no pun meant on that red-font word here, as U-I. That stands 4 only one thing in Morianity, and most of me' Blogaudians know what it is, (UNBLOGGABLE INFORMATION)!!!!!!!!!!!! Stuff that would B just about as bad as literal physical trespass onto government property such as the 'W-P-AIRFORCE BASE', or the 'AREA-51 BASE'; is what I describe as the telling publicly of U-I, simple as this. So please don't make it any more complex than what is being told here 2-U all, YO YO YO YO YO, AND tanks, AND A GREAT BIG GARGANTUAN AND HUGE “BOOOOOM” on Amy Cooley Steroids, or (AMC) 4 short!!!!!!!!!!! But we definitely R able 2 get into a lot of stuff naught completely or even near the status of U-I here, so shall we begin this great and awesome endeavor, YO????????? First, Mizz Jane Sleazeweedsdisease Thistlethorns Skunkholebreath Notfondauonebit Crabgrasshitinnerpants is on a major roll 2 fruck with me recently, and nearly got me again, with the rod slam document eleven of eleven pages; and it was so close that I am still gonna' 'runt phlegm hate' (compensate), with me' goddessdog number-5-grouping here, YO BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!! So quoting an old song from one of me' musical projects here, “HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”!!!!!!!!
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Now back 2 this wild hyperspace junk (dreams of 1802), and how stuff ties endlessly into music, Aunt Gerry, Atlantic City, Sarah Krassle, my family-P&M, and so much gull slam more; that I could rant on and on 4 weeks non-stop and not put any sizable dents into any of this rotten lousy stinking shkit from HELL!!!!!!! I shall tackle bits and pieces of this so that the blog shan't go on 2 being another 700 page doozie-whopper, 2 quote me' great awesome wannabe pal, President Barack Obama, YO world!!!!!!!!!!! This guy in the first dream when I awoke from it was just a horrible monster guy who treated me badly and was taunting me something fierce, and eventually some police came around without me ever even calling them, and told him 2 stop it or else, and even then he came back and kept doing this. A lot more was involved that I have never told, as it involves stuff never dared 2 have been blogged as of yet in me' entire 18+ year blogging work now. When I awoke, and even after coming awake from dream #2 with this horrible guy from 5th dimensional hyperspace, I never 'realized', lovely Mizz 'HTHS PAYNE', who he was; so tease me some more, all Perry peeps, and Selena Surname peeps or almost surname peeps, as U won't injure me' whittle feelings at all, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! Only vely vely vely non-Cooley-McDowell-1972 recently have I come 2-C and fully completely realize just who that dude was, the son in law of me' lovely waking world gal-pal, Mizz Helen Zabriskie of the great Saint Thomas Islands, and just off the coast of where else, but good ole' Flowerland, that is also known as (AKA) FLORIDA-USA, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes great world, this is where lovely Mizz H-Z hailed from, and quoting Sir Record Glittering Promoter Lenny William McKinnon from 1980, and his CB-RADIO gal-pal Mizz Chillie, “Ain't no doubt about it”!!!! The great and ever-illustrious United States © Copyright Office still has this recoding 2 this day, I would presume and imagine, Mister Livingston of Africa, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now the highway experience as well as the high rise building in this alternate reality in the 5th dimensional hyperspace from the original dream of about 5 years or more back into time now, is all major tied in with many things, but when Helen was driving us on this highway in Pennsylvania, and without lakes or buttercheese food stuffs, from 'Starburn ODI' related junk, being in any way whatsoever involved here; suddenly she took a wrong turn, and a lane of this highway led us down into this lower tier lane, and when we stopped the car and finally got out 2 try and get our bearings as 2 just what was going down around us, the sky turned jet black, and then it was light again 5 seconds later; only instead of being on this highway in the car, we were back at her high rise building, and several of the children came out of one of the numerous bedrooms in this very large apartment, and told me that I was in another playfield and that Lightning's parents knew what was happening, and couldn't seem 2-B able 2 rectify the problem. This is definitely not what normal twelve year old kids would suddenly come out of a room and blurt out 2 an adult friend of their mom's, not in dreaming or waking realms. Remember how we got on the facts about flying dreams, lawtronics, and how only in very rare cases unless out into the very furtherest reaches of distant-hyperspace, did anything happen along those lines? I only opened up a foundation, and I plan 2 get more specific on all these matters later on, but let us stick with today's stuff 4 now or else we will B all day long out on major wild tangents that will get us all nowhere at all!!!!! LSS, in waking life, Mizz H-Z met me under very bizarre and strange circumstances indeed, popping up out of nowhere on a Camden City street with a gal-pal and cellmate from jail, as she told me, both arrested on charges of what else, prostitution, and on that hot summer day when I was extremely horny and looking 4 some action on Broadway in Camden City, along came these 2 gorgeous babes, and Helen who was much closer 2 me' age, actually 5 years older than me almost, became friends and she was always getting casino offers 2 stay overnight called complements of the house, or 4 short, 'comps'; an expression all casino patrons and heavy gamblers R aware of, and not just in Atlantic City or Vegas; but anywhere on the entire Earth Planet. I came 2 realize after we had broken up, that her so-called former hubby or X that she claimed were in a legal separation, were in all odds not in a true separation, and went together many times 2 casinos, and is Y she was comped with all sorts of great hotel stays and similar types of offers. U-C Blogaudians, here is the rest of this wild and absolutely true story straight out of DOGTOWN itself. It seems no matter what I ever try and do, I cannot escape my family an dits HUUUUUUUGE tentacles, and as the great old song said from the musical police, I am always under their complete observation, every damn move I make an dbreath that I take!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Helen's daughter Andrea's hubby was a very good friend I later came 2 learn about a week B-4 the break up, of who else, but MOBSTER-MARTINO, the father of Sarah Callio's hubby, THEY ALL KNEW EACH OTHER VERY WELL, and they even had that night excursion well planned 4 my being with Helen at the Blue Parrot Club at the Claridge Casino, where Mister Martino had a lot of mob connections all scattered throughout the whole deal, YO world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That night at that B-P Club, Mister Martino was there and playing his loud nauseating harmonica through a cranked up microphone totally deafening me. He actually thought he was good, 2. YUK-YUK-YUK, I would rather have been listening 2 Sissy's daughter that horrible night in 1997 somewhere when she sang the American Anthem at the sports arena and almost caused me 2 vomit it was so horrible, as she burned her voice out on Bobby B's Crack Coke, YO, and one of the reasons in 1989 that moomy-Sissy wanted me 2 get in with lovely Whit, and get her away from 'Bobby Skunkbreath coke-boy song-stealer'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The stories I can tell on these blogs R without end, and everyone of them R absolutely real and goddessdog true, YO; right down 2 the powerful NEBNOOSHOO junk, straight out beyond the Purgatorial gates of DOGTOWN itself; me' awesome BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!! Now this ties in Atlantic City an d my Sarah enemies, and just how does all the other stuff tie in with Helen, along with taxicabs, miscarriages, lovely 'daut'-PEE, and me' other 'daut' as well, and so much more, YO? If I tried doing this on one single blog, we would absolutely B in 4-digit pages on the word dock and most likely not B allowed 2 post up as I think that 900 pages is sort of me' maximum allowed blogging on the BDC site, and that is if naught 2 many pix and other junk is also on the blog work. Blogs that have real high traffic volume,R allowed greater room. Same with music posts. The greater known the artist, the less compression is used on the program, and compressed sound digitally is Y analogue is 100 times better, as that is the main frucking reason that music sounds less energetic and alive with stuff posted by peeps like me, as they major compress it so that the dynamic range is shot 2 Dogtown. Poor peeps R the victims of all the rottenness that this goddessdog life has 2 endlessly offer them, and this is Y my WOMO-SPACEFORCE ENEMIES keep me intentionally downtrodden and forever at the levels of absolute total flucking sub-poverty on steroids, they know how it works and they endlessly freaking cover all possible bases so that I can never ever do flucking squat, simple as THAT, y-O, and here is me' first flucking rotten goddamn (y-O-HACK), YO, and I looked that time, all great Q-P's out there, YO, and looked again there 2, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In some other localized or near-localized parallel universe in the vast and virtually limitless fifth dimensional hyperspace, did I live at 1802 Robin Hill with P&M? That is the question many have had with me 4 most likely a good 15 goddamn years now, and the answer is absolutely YES, unequivocally, y-O. HACK! The 5th dimension is beyond HUUUUUUUGE Senator B-S, oh SIR, beyond HUUUUUUUGE with a million goddamn 'U' letters, YO ole' pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course, and some place far out there enough; I am living with President Bush, and President Obama, and Joe Biden, and U name it, and SO R ALL OF U, and all of U-2-R living at 1802 R-H-Apartments as well, SOMEWHERE OUT THERE. THE 5TH DIMENSION IS SO BIG THAT 1 TRILLION EINSTEIN'S CANNOT START 2 DAMN GLASS GRASP THIS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Get it yet????? So then exactly Y did the TOSE cause the wild music 2 all go down, and Y don't all of U have your wild stuff happening with U all's, would B the next following 'head scratcher', with or without the usage or ingestion of any great BUFFERIN TABS, folks? I can show U all how 2 get answers 2 this along with a billion other wild questions that U all may have concerning both my Morianity related stuff as well as stuff in all of your lives 2, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Just go build a quantum computer the size of flucking Neptune Planet, and then U will most likely B able 2 get some answers. 4 now, we all can use another wild 'something' and that is called the “SO-NON-ART/CO-NON-ART SYSTEM”. With this, U eventually may learn a lot of wild stuff, not 100 percent of course reliable, but close 2 it, but U need 2 have a life where U-R able 2 dedicate 18 hours a day an d6 dfays a week 2 nothing but this, and have some throw away spendable cash on needed electronic computational equipment as well, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At the Highview Apartments place in 1985, I had something by pure accidental chance that would have allowed me 2 have this 90 percent accuracy, but was 2 damn stupid 2 know what I had, and endlessly, I shall remember a statement made 2 me one day at the great COOLEY HALL by yet another classmate, Sir John Gillerlain, and whose surname may or may naught B being accurately spelled here, when one day in a learning mobile unit that visited the school with some young gorgeous women teachers. One particular day while there, one of these 19 year old girls seemingly was hot 4 me, even though I was only 16 years old, and she wouldn't quit staring at me; and John said 2 his pal Sir Frank Janik, referring 2 me; and U couldn't help but 2 know what was happening and being said that day, “He's got it, but he doesn't know what the truck 2 do with it, YO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, right or naught on that day back in early 1971, I know he was right on that middle 1985 year day at the illustrious Highview, concerning me' MAGNESONIC-KFP machine, and the recent new programming of the 'C-N-A-S-N-A-C-S' where a BLACK-MATTER-SPACE answering system was allowing me a minimum of 90 percent chance of accurately receiving answers 2 any questions involving 50-50 chance odds with a YES or a NO answer 2 those posed potential queries. I only knew that the accuracy rating of the machine was terrible, never thinking that all I needed 2 do was reverse the black-space or antimatter answers, in the seemingly-wrong end-zone of the situation involving getting answers outside of the middle ranged hyperspace-equation of 70 percent. Well, guess what folks. Recently, one of my carddecks is down into the very low 20's, almost into the black matter space, and if I cheat a little bit and start using it and reversing answers of YES into no and NO into yes; I will B able 2 do a whole lot of things, and when I told U that I had a good day, it was because of 2 things. One was that I found a new eye doctor and learned the other place was completely crooked and I hope the Medicare peeps look into them, oh great FBI, and then the other bigger deal is that this carddeck is now in the range of just over 21 percent, okay, that is a far cry from established 15 percent which is end zone territory and definitely out of the 5-D hyperspace range-70%, still, it is close enough 4 me 2 think about using this now in real life, reversing the answers 4 actually taking the advice and keeping the answers only 4 scoring purposes on the continual tested results, YO, an dyes, the other plus from the first deal is that I do not have 2 pay 4 blood work or anything else that I was so concerned with , y-O. I just got another (y-O-HACK), and it serves me right, when I don't look down on the key 2-C that it is shifting into the caps-mode properly, pow, this prick stick always nails me right 2 the flucking smother trucking wall; but back 2 me' pernt now. I do get me' specialists paid 4, and blood work, and now will get me;' eyes done, the only test fee will B about 4 and a half saw bucks 4 one of the refraction special deals involved with cataract patients such as myself. Other than that, I am okay here, oh Mister Roofdogs Timeboy King Romano Johnny, of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG!!!!! WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS yes lovely KATY, and also, WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester-Frank, me' ole' roomie from 2000, in non Blue-Parrot-Whales Anchor, NO-JOY-ZEE-USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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