MORIANITY-2
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IN FORT PIERCE'D' FLORIDA, BOTBARADA
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
FUCK
THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another super BOTBAR day has
struck me folks, and DECEMBER has never had more than two cock
sucking ass days without a freaking ass BOTBAR, not fucking cunt
ONCE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
was rudely awakened and assaulted, by my lowlife two legged roaches
also known as neighbors, from across the hall, in unit #608, at just
past noon, two hours ago, with that pounding demonic mother fucking
subwoofer attack.
My
game-plan is simple. I will ask the reference desk at my local
library down by the Indian River, to research just who I need to
write to, as someone that it's in my situation, at the Public Housing
authority of Fort Pierce, and get the name and the address, the
letter is already done and waiting to be placed into an envelope,
stamp already affixed and waiting to go. It merely tells that I am
forced to go over the head of the building Resident Property Manager,
Mizz Debbie Marotto, as she will not do one thing to stop these
lawbreakers from harassing me on a continual basis, ever since they
moved in across the hall from fucking me in early autumn of eleven,
right old buddy, Darius Evans Slim? Glad to be of service, dude, and
after all, you did produce those three music video slide-show movies
and posted it up to the rotten Youtube. Yes ladies and gentlemen,
MORIANITY-2 has gotten off to a really fucking ass bad start. I tried
to contact the YOUTUBE but human contact with anything GOOGLE related
is goose eggs ZERO-NADA-ZILCH-NONE-OVER-FINE'-AND WONDER BREAD EARLY
NINETIES RIPPED OFF TELEVISION COMMERCIALS. I had many questions that
are necessary for me to know and understand, and they only have robot
crap, both on the telephone and online on their site. Without help, I
do not know how to make this 'homepage' that they talk about, or
bring any traffic to my site, and that is why not one single person
is up on it. So don't fucking blame me for the storm, you cock
suckers. I did nothing to cause it. All of the 15 views on the newest
tune were attempts to link up the youtube share number, onto my
blogs, where nobody will click onto anyway, for obvious, TOTAL
MIND CONTROL REASONS. The KJV BIBLE tells me all I need to
know, the shit about the MARK of the beast, the last TRUMP, and much
much much more that if I tied it all together and put a real pretty
bow on top of it, would most likely get me murdered within hours of
my posting up the information. I am learning as I go, slow and
steady. Some folks age 58 years,, are whizzes at this shit, count me
NOT amongst all of this, I guess I must fact the fact that I'm a big
fat ugly old stupid fucking wehtahd!!!!!!!!!! The scripture that
explains that in the final thousand years of suffering and
hellishness on this planet of twisted disease, ruled by SATAN, or the
world of electronics, greed, corporate ownership of 99% of the
population, and total control over all of our lives, as this beats
any of the 4 winds or 4 horsemen when it is left in a parable, any
day of the cunt lapping fucking week, don't you think, peeps, YO??? I
called the Comcast Cable folks and they were very nice to me, letting
me keep my television service until early April, when I will restore
my service back to full, and I need not turn in my rented apparatus,
modems, whatever, since it is a short time duration, saves me all
kinds of fees plus high priced gasoline and car wear and tear, as the
local office here in town is no longer in service, as some of my
audience is aware of, from reading that real hellish BOTBAR day some
months back when I thought that my TV Cable Box had broken, only it
suddenly just popped up in fine working order again, as did my mother
fucking apartment air conditioning system,
nee-nee-nee-nee-----nee-nee-nee-nee!! Where are you when we could
both use each other, mister rod ass Serling of the Twilight Zone,
BRO????????????? Now my TV will stay on for a special offer price,
keeping all the channels that I now have, during this otherwise
off-service period, and including the tax, will be about 33 and a
half dollars for the next three mobnths, instead of about just over
120 bucks a month. For keepinmg the TV, I could not resist that deal.
What has hurt me so much was the two automobile related expenses.
When your finances are practically down tio the penny wire, a sudden
$60 registration tax fee, compounded with a mechanic bill of $120,
adds up to 180 fucking bucks that I just do not have, so this is my
only way of coming close to recouping the loss. An 85 dollar monthly
saving for three months will compensate for this loss of nearly 200
smacks. I am tired of living on piss and fucking crackers, while
putting up with persecution and harassment on top of it, this is
worse than living in fucking MAXIMUM
SECURITY PRISON,
and don't be too surprised if I go off soon, and end up in jail, as I
will live better in fucking jail, than I do in here. More sex, more
dope to make me forget the misery, 3 hots and a cot, and a gym to
keep in shape and a job in the laundry, I can live with that, and no
fucking looking at chemtrails and hearing loud aerial harassment.
Sounds like a hell of a deal, so don't be shocked, Sheriff Mascara,
if I go out and punch a cop right in the nose any day now, just to
get to fucking cunt lapping prison. You see, this is what I tried to
talk about after the Connecticut mass school shooting, but does
anyone listen, yes, two people that meant a lot to me once, and I
still do try and overlook their shortcomings, but they have let me
down big time, think its funny also in my opinion, and definitely
know who they are, well then fine, cool, HA HA HA HA on poor old
fucked up little me, BRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
played the system-roulette and made a few quick units profit and quit
while I was ahead, before I started this blog and before I called the
cable company. It amazes me how this great system holds up throughout
an entire month such as mother fucking, DECEMBER
OF 2012, as this is revery bit as bad, AND WORSE; than
when this shit all got going, on and
after, the magic
evil date of August 15, 1986. By the way, I cannot post
anything with the numbers followed by little letters, such as a
shortened version of twelfth or eighteenth or second, and so forth,
on the blogger dot com website, as it hacks out every time. If I want
to make a second copy on my 3.1 Office Word Document System, I paste
into a copy blog and keep one the way I want it to be, and one for
posting. There is always some way around most things, a quote from
the fucking pathetic twisted old ugly diseased screwed up Huntington
Cursed MOUNTAINPEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
also asked GAGA CAT why this attack struck just past noon, from my
demonic evil uncouth enemy WOMO-MILITUFORCE PAWM-PIE-ETTOS-CONTROLLED
NEIGHBORS from unit #608, and the response given to me by the kitty
cat, was PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER-396, INCLUDING SHIT LIKE AS
FOLLOWS BELOW, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAD----CAN----POTATO
TEACUP----BURN WITH FIRE----RIPPED OFF 'LOST LOVE'
SONG----BUM----OIL----IAH----LAW----DIE----HARBORFIELDS----OVER THE
RIVER----OVER THE RADAR----
Well
you know, or you should know if you are a follower of this MORIANITY,
1 or 2; MIZZ JULIA WHITE PERMISSION BARRIER-1994-HALLOWEEN DAY, that
there are three major weapons in the great ASTRAL-PLANE LAMBRIGG
CULT, WHILE DREAMED DOWN INTO THE FIFTH DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE; AND
THESE ARE, THE PAWM-PIE-ETTOSS, the illegal usage of APE against
innocent targeted victims unable to defend themselves on non level
playing fields in this endless games of the gods distraction bull
fucking shit hell; APW standing for (APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT), and
there is also the usage of illegal application of the technology of
MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE, OR MP-TECK. APE, MP-TECK or just MPT, are all so
powerful that no human waking person can accept those truths in their
waking so-called real tangible caporial physical life as human
beings, it is just too terrible to believe, sort of like a hundred
cancers all striking all those who you care about overnight or
'JOB1000', expressed perhaps better algebraically. Any new thing that
connects me, they love to bring it in bad, months, years, new blog
books, such as MORIANITY-2,
and on and on I could mother fucking go with this folks. If something
begins bad, and continues bad, it becomes very heavily magnetized to
complete and finish up that way, BAD, and the same would of course
apply to good, only I certainly am no fucking authority on that, and
can bear nobody out here, any witness to attest to the positive end
of this technology when misapplied by enemies, in my case, the
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE,
YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, I have learned that both APET and
AMPT have been used on me, by a totally invisible and stealthy,
covert, black operations, group of some kind, right after I came out
of whatever it was that I exited from after falling down on my Cherry
Hill, New Jersey bed on the night of 08-15-1986, and then waking up
that morning. Oh yes Darius, old friend; you want to know why MC
wrote that 1997 song, and intro about how I can never ever get away
from the great All Mighty Scylla Goddess IAM, and you too up there in
that lovely and plush Copyright Office Building, in Washington,
13-600, well then fine. Here is the answer given to me by a great
magical Astral-Plane black cat, by the name
of GAWKY GAUKAUK, shortened by me a couple of years ago,
to GAGA, because this cat and what he knows and tells me, is more
than enough to make any sane mind become one and the same thing with
an opened up Pandora's Box, and really be forever GAGA. Get lost,
musicologists, let us just keep this little GAWNUM Q&A about the
PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER given to me, or PCN. It indeed was given to
me, and it is none other than good old PCN-514, a real wow answer for
this particular question, if that is, you understood my life as I do,
and what these words and collections of words are of personal meaning
to me and my fucked up hellfire life for nearly 60 dam ass years,
BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So then folks, here are
the match-book items in my lists, the old school world from Midevel
and Biblical days for list, is not camera, or monster ass or hub cap
smash, or even rubber car repairs, but it is, and you can ask the dam
Pope if you don't believe me, “CANON”, a list, a group of things
that are taken from a normally larger group, where for reasons that
could get one tortured and killed in screaming agony not all that
long ago; eliminated some stuff on a bigger list, and then merely
called the accepted smaller list, the canon or the list. When I tried
to contact Youtube today, Sheriff Gregory Monks, guess what, they are
not that far from your office and your area, with the non human
contact telephone number of none other than (650) 623-4000, a real
Many word could be used here, right my wonderful followers, and no, I
am not mad or disappointed in any of you. Jesus had his Judas, and
many other cowards who were to scared to get behind a greater leader
than I could ever be, despite family genetics, and don't take me to
Berlin, New Jersey whatever you do, and never on the twelfth of July,
or you may just really, “GET ME GOING” here,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At the end of this blog, are
the match-list items for PCN-514 so don't leave me yet peeps, scroll
down, click, or do what you want to do, BRO, its your life, and your
funeral, when someday the 'Cali Car Yeller's Club', just may end
frikkin up growing, and targeting a lot more of us little
Occupy-99ers; and then your odds will grow
and grow, of either becoming one of their victims, or
someone that is near and dear to your dam heart, could become the
target, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH:
VERSE
ONE
I'm
so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new
Let
me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few
Oh
my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew
We're
down and out, and we will even go to work for you
You
seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two
I
am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue
While
we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe
Oh
please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you
We'll
help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew
But
greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
And
I'm not giving any freaking fish away
VERSE
TWO
So
when you add your salty tears directly in the sea
And
when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me
Just
take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty
And
right into the undertow, and stop annoying me
And
talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish
You
loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch
I
have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled
So
either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed
Guys
like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled
People
say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day
But
I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay
So
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
THREE
They
say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand
And
mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand
Storms
blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died
The
sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried
And
on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned
Ignoring
waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound
Just
another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill
A
lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill
The
king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again
Yet
locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
So
yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay
And
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
FOUR
You'll
be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer
You'll
be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer
You'll
be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking
You'll
be crossing over, watching all the others eating
Feasts
with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating
Forever
seeing many fish, but never on your plate
You
had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover
Forever
doomed to hear the words you always used to say
That
you've been working hard out in the sun all day
Oh
yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay
So
you're not giving any of your fish away
END
OF SONG.
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MATCH-BOOK ITEMS, YO!
BEACH---CURLS---ENDLESS
POCVERTY---MOVING COMPOUND---MAUD HUNTINGTON---RUSSELL THAXTON---BY
THE TIME YOU GET THIS MESSAGE, IT WILL BE TOO LATE---
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
END
TRANSMISSION, YO!
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