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There
are so many things that cannot be rationally explained, just as Ed
Himacane Lynch so often, regarding my life of mysterious non ending
bull shit. Still, one thing is quite clear, and
Yes
PEE, I obey.
I
will tell and remind people how I told about Julia White's second
calendar. Also, it is not her second one, there were several, and
there will be several more until late into the forty seven hundreds.
After this, why use a calendar when there is no present activity,
and all things are done in days before, over and over, thickening
the fifth dimension more and more, via hyperspace dream travel?
Still, my blogs in 2011 were here, telling all the people how her
next calendar was going to usher in new things. These new things had
little to do with the Higgs Boson particle, particle accelerators,
or other world events known and important to the mass public. What
Julia knew was that my days at Avalon Recording Studio would be cut
off, and more really; that my entire life would be that of a fucking
walking dead man. But this is not all that happened with me in late
December of 2012, and my blogs clearly reflect how Julia White's
crossover from one calendar into another, was all about the best
friend of her lover David who has a realer name on the Astral-Plane,
and of course this would be good old Mountainpen here on the mortal
waking physical realm of existence. Sounds quite fucking huberous, I
know, but the problem it that I am telling you all the total truth,
huberous sounding or not. If a man goes running to his psychiatrist
yelling, there are people following me, and he has been diagnosed as
delusional and paranoid, yet on that week, an agent of the feds is
following him around because he cheated big time on his taxes, and
simultaneously had been cheating on his wife and she hired a Private
Dick to also start following and recording his every move, but the
shrink dock would say, “Have a seat you, maybe we need to up your
meds a little, poor fellow”. What I say might sound as huberous as
the sky is fucking high good folks, but unfortunately, I totally
know it to be true, and you can just laugh at me all you god dam
fucking want to, whoever you may be, lads and
lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pee
told me last night in a parallel universe, that I need to type this
and remind folks, that I did indeed discuss this item, calling it
Julia white's Second Calendar, referring to this as the time
following December 21, 2012. Other folks who now after the fact of
safety and calmness, were making advertisement spots about the polar
shift in this planet's gravity fields; and a lot more. It is easy
for them now to climb aboard my truths using their lingo, and giving
me ZERO CREDIT, as totally always of course. Still, Pee said, I need
to blog this in my universe and remind peeps as well as legally
record this all officially, that I was, as always, right there,
before the rest of these geniuses had a clue what was happening.
They all wake up safe and sound on 22 December 2012 as I knew would
be the case; and then they took stuff I had written such as JWSC
(Julia White's Second Calendar), and acted as though THEY had been
the ones all fucking along, with the proper knowledge and almighty
fucking ass wisdom. Pitiful. How do scum like this all live with
themselves, never once allowing a speck of any of my talents and
wisdom's, to be known by the mass populations, keeping me in
unrelenting obscurity, because they ARE SO INCREDIBLY AFRAID OF ME,
and have been since the beginning of all of this mother fucking cunt
chewing cow crap, back in the sixties, progressing geometrically
decade after decade after decade; and we all know it, and they can
deny shit from now until dooms comet day! I'm just telling the
truth, and as usual, they hate it, and they go on hating me!
THIS
NASTY NIGHTMARE OF MINE, IS DEDICATED TO NONE OTHER THAN THE (GAP)
GREAT
AND FUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY!!!!
Sometimes
by day it is the school, but always by night, well???
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So
just why PEE thinks it urgent for me to blog this back here in my
waking world universe, I do not know. But the good news is that
she broke up with that college punk who never appreciated her for
the goddess that she is. No dude is ever going to be good enough
for either one of daughters, but I do grow weary of seeing them
both pick such butt-wipes, just sayin'. It's America, and I can
speak my mind. Of course my other kid has a deadly ass right
cross, and I need to not tick her off, but she knows that I am
right, as I usually am. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
ESS
IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG
CHAPTER
032
Recently
I told two large items on these blogs. I wanted to tell one of
them, but my lovely daughter PEE had other ideas last night while
I was in bed asleep, to quote humanity here a little bit, lads
and lassies. She wanted not only what I said yesterday about
maybe all my dying's were along the lines of Star Trek fictional
television show Telosian Planet resident created illusions over
other entities, but she also wanted me to remind my blogaud or
viewership, that indeed, and anyone can verify, fact check, and
archive this info right here by clicking the archive old blog
section pasted in below and on many of my blogs as well; that I
had spoken all of this while many such as my great bank who I
love and worship, THE TD, were all worried about the end of life
on Earth, when in fact, I already knew it was a new beginning, a
new HELL FOR MARK WAYNE MOHR, could be another way of putting it,
but certainly, NOT THE END of anything, and definitely not the
end of my HELL ON EARTH, BUTT, a changed version of it, starting
with the dreams of my engineer Ryan from Avalon Studio, before
his phone call to me that I would no longer be able to do any
music there, and I have no intention of driving miles and miles
to some alien world for me, like Pompano Beach. Also, many things
were happening,not just this, but all changes require a catalyst
to get going, and that was indeed the catalyst. I promise you
that one WOMO (WORLD OWNERS MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES). If my name
was Gab, WOMIO could stand for WO, MO, before those two major
fights in the OH-9 movie, am I right MC? I am happy my pain
provided you with such great material. Anything for my wonderful
girl! I'll even be willing to suffer through mean Dangerfield
AT&T gopher television commercials at my expensive. Still I
am glad to know you remember my 'moves'. (Major Offensive
Victorious Enemy Strategies) could be what MOVES is short for.
AUGUST
24, 2014,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 9:15,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 83 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 100%. IT FEELS 85
BUT
MY HAMMERING ASSHOLE NABES MAKE ME BOIL!
YESTERDAYS
TEMP RANGE: (H-96/L-76)
TODAY'S
FORECASTED RANGE: (95-75, +/- 2D)
SSSSSSSOOOOOOOSSSSSSSOOOOO
CONDITIONS EXIST, YOU KNOW, SAME OLD SAME OLD, BUT MY QUESTION
NOW IS TO AN OLD BUDDY NAMED SIR ARTHUR CRANE FROM 1991? THE
MILITARY HAS DOUBLE TIME MARCHES, BUT I WILL NEED TO EMPLOY A
SLIGHTLY DIFFERING TACTIC HERE FOLKS, ''HALF TIME'', IN ORDER TO
PRINT THE FOLLOWING: SSSSSSSOOOOOOO ARTHUR OLD PAL, I SEE YOU ARE
STAYING BUSY. WOW!!!!
I
wish to the mother fucking gods I knew why that asshole is
continually and endlessly pounding on walls the entire time I
have lived here, every couple weeks for several minutes. They
make other weird and strange sounds also like they are taking out
their windonw and running a hose to clean it, but if that is so,
why is there never one single fucking drop of dripping water for
me to be able to see?
So
who is creating this incredible inability to die illusion for me,
since quite obviously there are no Talosian aliens other than in
the fictional Star Trek show from 1966? Well, that is what this
is about, and it will not be long, as you know me, I open some
doors, and then as life moves onward, I take us all through them,
one by one, normally when life's situations makes it compatible
in current events, for me to do so, if that is something anyone
is willing to wrap around their mind. First, many of these major
experiences differ drastically and dramatically to say the very
least. Let me take a couple of times where I was hungry as hell
and sleepy as hell at the same time, many of you have had this
very annoying thing happen to you too, I am quite sure. The smart
thing t do is to choose sleep, as you will be unaware of your
physical hunger by doing this, and unless you already are thin as
a rail, it is a wonderful way to lose weight. When you already
have a swallowing problem as I have had since June 4, 1983, it is
major exacerbated to try eating when too sleepy, as you can
quickly drift into a small sleep with food in your mouth, and
wake up choking on it. I know that upon three separate occasions,
I not only did this, but I could not come out of it, not alive,
only here I am. I know I choked to death and then I know I woke
up and it was all a dream. But it was not a dream. The chocking
was, but I had been eating, the bowl of cereal would be spilled
all over the bed, or if it was a sandwich, it would be right
there. You just cannot keep dying and keep coming back to life,
or can you? Well, maybe you can't, but seemingly, I not only can,
but do this continually. Remember, who out here knows more about
me in 1984, when this all got going real nasty, than for my
cousin Donald? I was living on HIGHLAND AVENUE, as in the
HIGHLANER, at 1406, in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, the same time
this movie came out shortly after my moving into the place in
middle July. Then after this, as with many great action shows,
came a serial television show that grew really big in the late
eighties or early and middle nineties. They seem to know a lot
about me, and why not. It was my dirt bag cousin who actually
used me and my KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL, to get him alive and into
the body of this man. You would have had to be there to
appreciate the unfathomable shit of my creating this character
on an AVM recorder, bringing him into life inside an already
existing physical shell. The machine does not have a thing to do
with that part, as that was his fucking parents, literally. I
have had a wide range of deaths, or really, events that led up to
causing these deaths each time. Every conceivable thing just
about, even being shot to death in a convenience store up in
Williamstown, New Jersey, a WAWA, is on this list of literally
dozens now, of deaths and resurrections. But never told or at
least never examined in any real heavy scrutiny; aresome things
about me and my earlier life, that may be what is interacting on
this nightmare of horror that humankind calls endless or eternal
hell, that do indeed cause this wild 'Telosion-like' illusion and
mirage. Hollywood loves to fuck with me, and anyone following my
blogs knows two things. It has been going on since they put that
antipollution commercial on American TV, not the one with the
Native American canoe man with a tear in his eye, but the other
one with the pigs on the beach. It all started in the very late
sixties with this, and they have been following my life,
literally, for reasons that elude and defy even my wild claims,
but they sure know why, and then they make hundreds of billions
and maybe trillions of USD by now if it ever could be all toted
up and figured out honestly by professional top Certified Public
Accountants and whistle blowers from within the industries of
Hollywood and the RIAA (Recording Industry association of
America). I would have no reason to say all of this, and have it
be a lie, a delusion, or a sickness. If I was that sick, believe
me, I would go and get help. But to finish this off for right
now, and later on attack it blow by blow with following blogs as
we move towards the 15 year; the interest they have with me, as
with all things, transcends just one realm. They, as do I, exist
first in energy, and then afterwards, in mass or matter, you
know, the material world. What is being said a bit simpler, is
the Astral-Plane has a condition-interaction called the
BRIGGBASE, a deadly horrible place, owned by the real entity who
is now dreaming that he is my cousin Donald J. Trump. He
is the Jameral-1,
this is like a five star army general and a US President all
wrapped up into one, on th e physical tangible material waking
worlds of physicallity. This is why he had me create his essence
and place it into the body of a young businessman, once the
United States Copyright Office informed him that I had some wild
machine, and in 1985, early in the year, they even asked me about
what I had, and I was not shy, and told them, it was one hell of
a cool machine. Again, a small lie is in that statement, since
never up through present point in time, has it been inside one
neatly packaged encased machine system. It is a technology and it
consists of many many parts and connections, and also needs to be
carefully used in precise ways or it is like splitting a diamond,
it is ruined and you are left with garbage. But LSS folks; this
is not a pleasant topic for me, and on top of that, no one
believes very much of what I tell, funny though, the top dogs all
know that I am totally for real, it is the little yelpers who
think I am just nuts. This of course is precisely what the world
owners intentionally make sure is what is relentlessly happening
to me.
Do
I believe this has an end? You bet your ass I do Annie Cornfields
Costner. But they are going to milk this thing with me for a long
while yet. A moron kid could see that. Now some are wondering,
perhaps, why suddenly this Telosion Illusion idea, and my
response back is it is not sudden, merely that over the past few
days, I ironed out some things in my head and then as with
evolution , it eventually cleans up with the bad pieces ejected
and the new pieces forming in with the best existing ones, to
form a new idea worth blogging about. There are yet more than
just these two, but those theories are way back in the early
stages of the lab benches and drawing boards, not close to being
ready for public examination. When I feel comfy about telling
what I believe could be going on around me, take my dam word for
this kind peoople,i ave been toying around with this for months,
if not years, and when I finally talk about it, it is because I
have reached the place where at least it is intelligible enough
to be blogged to a viewing audience without getting total
uncontrolled fits of raucous laughter.
Already
I have tried hard to show that nothing ever just happens, and is
all part of a wild full-even-total-interaction, where each actual
thing that is happening to any and all of us at all times, is
sort of a process of elimination from all total hyperspace
possibilities, and this gets so complex, that I would only have a
chance to speak about theories like this, with colleagues on a
level that unfortunately wound not recogniZe me as their
colleagues since I don't have the many college degrees that would
put me in their classification. So those that are more on my
world accepted levels laugh and don't get any of this, and those
who could get it, refuse to even look at anything I say or do,
since I went only to eighth grade and after that, SP-ED, and you
don't really think they teach you anything there accept how to
get through the time and get the out into the world. These are
just the unpleasant parts of reality, as if reality does not have
more than enough of these things, without me adding any to the
list.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
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Frankly
Congressman RA, I don't even care.
Well,
I am not the king of optimists as most of you know and especially
lovely TB of EHT, NJUSAESMWG. Also Egghead Terry could chime in
with calling me a 2007 Scatter-Brain. Still, I will never ever
stop fighting and trying to get justice. The news right now is
filled with those who the media allows the rest of us to know
about, and allof their varying injustices.. Still, if you think
for one minute, in a controlled owned environment such as these
complex ages of the 21st
century, that there are not thousands of real other stories all
around us, like mine as well, that are chosen NOT to be ever
brought to light for public scrutiny or action, you merely are
not ever sitting around and thinking. If too busy every second to
think, and all you do is get on social media shit and use those
stupid ass little hand held devices that place all of us in
individual unique realities, then you will never be able to see
what is happening, and this is exactly what the owners and
controllers of this world, want for you all to be doing, and you
all are very very good well behaved sheep people, that many truth
patriots have now labeled SHEEPLE. Truth Patriots by the way are
what Conspiracy Theorists should really be labeled as. I did not
make this up, it was said by a real wonderful entity, using that
medium we call the YOUTUBE. I no longer use anty of this, and all
I do now is keep my blog going,and that too, is going to be
winding down. But for now, here I am, and here is my blog,
Morianity. Love it, hate it, or any gray area in-between it, but
here it stands for your perusal. It is not me being negative, but
me being totally realistic, at least 99% of the time. Remember,
as Bruce Pennock said early in the nineteen-seventies folks,
“We're all human, nobody's perfect”! Hope
burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey???? I'll
Bet you never thought you'd hear that coming from asshole little
me! WOW THAT lovely girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I sure Kernan
that all is well with you, my best to Tiff and Jenn!
~~~~~~~~~~~GODDESS
DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING.
COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
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PEE,
my genius
wonderful daughter,
WOW!
Yes
PEE, I told what you said to tell.
I love you sweet PEE! SHE NEVER NEEDED TO INVENT THE 74-WORLD
PENETRATER DEVICE, AND SHE REMEMBERED ALL OF THIS. MISTER BAP, IF
YOU STILL ARE OUT THERE, I sincerely hope the past two years has
enlightened you to how travel is really done, not with machines
and technology, but with ourselves!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
time was back in 1984, and things all started after Donald J.
Trump opened up his first casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey;
the Trump Plaza Hotel. YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!! What can I say,
Jay-Jay Evans?
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ORANGE AND SEVENTH,
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
as
Jennifer Washburn put it so eloquently, would prove not a whole
lot, so let me just say this, in nice easy lingo. As of this
present second, my belief systems are not complex unless as with
anything, you wish to make it appear as though it is a lot more
than it is. Something has made my life a living hell and it is
absolutely organized, ever since I was a tiny child.
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As
Jennifer Washburn put it so eloquently, none of this proves a whole
lot; so let me just say this, in nice easy lingo. As of this present
second, my belief systems are not complex unless as with anything,
you wish to make it appear as though it is a lot more than it is.
Something has made my life a living hell and it is absolutely
organized, ever since I was a tiny child. No matter how far off on
any tangent we ever go, the answer is always EXPLORATRONICS, and you
all know this by now, from the Pope to the President to NASA to the
NSA, or ''the other NASA'', or whatever, Oak Street 1975 bob Andrews.
PP says, it is not the Congressman. Yeah, I am sure lots of Bob
Andrews's live on Oak Street in Haddon Heights, New Jersey, in 1975,
PP, WEEEEEEEEEEEE! Not all my music shit is a techno-pop. Some is
real. What is not or is electronically created, NOT FAKED since it
has a real source form a real sample, but yes, I will always tell if
it is real, or NOT, good kind folks, I promise you, not that the FBI
LABS are not also fully equipped to do that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
yes, I'm positive I am not going to the beach today. Sure I'm sure I
won't be at the shore. How my mom and I would have a zillion fucking
laughs over that silly little shit when I was a teen. Also we would
watch news together in later years, and when really gorey and sordid
shit would come on and no one had caught the culprits that
perpetrated some horrendous thing was being discussed, how I used to
love to look over at her and say, “Mom, we godda' keep you in
nights”, and she would break out laughing. We had some good times,
Twinbay. They cannot take that away from us. A little more upbeat
positive shit for my fave lady,
WEEEEEEEEEEE! U-GO-GETTEM' GIRL!!!!
DON'T
YOU EVER GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME, BEAUTIFUL LOVELY TALL TEEN BLOND, LOVE
OF MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
NEED HELP DIANA, PLEASE, BRING ME YOUR LIGHTNING!!!
THESE
TURDS ARE KILLING ME DIANA MY LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BIG
SHARKEY SAYS TO ALL ATLANTIC CITY BEACH PATROLLERS:
I
have lots and lots to say and plan on taking a
big ass bite out of things, as this goes on, YO
YO!
!!!!!!!!!!!!HAY
MARCUS AND LETTY!
Yes,
no Stacey for me. Only other Kennedy's, and nightmare songs, like
Mount Construction Blues. AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE MCNULTY!!!!
'MOUNT
CONSTRUCTION COMPANY'?
The
gods; what a poor slob I am, earring Joan-95,
split pants and brake dance, and all of it. YUK. These CUNT
LAPPERS IN MY PAST,
have held every little thing that I ever did, that was one tiny bit
less than 100% pitch fucking perfect, against me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well
before the Samanski Sisters and I roll out the barrel of fun, with
the also late Lawrence Welk, of Pikerville; to quote Mister David
Charles Roth again, “while
water keeps right on seeking its own level, and jerk offs and
assholes abound, and are dangerously out-breeding us”;
all quotes from this incredible fellow who once lived amongst us. His
lover in the plank realm is the great Julia White; a story
that needs addressing eventually, in major detail. Still, I have come
to learn I write these things down for me, no one else. Only I
understand the power to all of this dam shit. Others will only see a
crackpot fucking nut case for a sike ward. Fine, I know better, and
you can all know whatever makes you happier than dam ass Silly Puddy!
DUH
2006 HYUNDAI CAR CORPORATION!!!!!!!!! And shall we never ever forget
the BLOODY
SUMMER OF 1970 WASHCLOTH NIGHTMARES????
IT
HAS GONE UP TO 88 AND IS CLIMBING AT 7 PAST 11, LUCKY RIGHT CROSS
OVERS AND THROAT SPECIALISTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY CALLIO.
AT
FIVE PAST CUNT CHEWING ELEVEN NOW, IT IS 88 AND FEELS 95, WITH AN 85%
HUMIDITY!
THERE
ARE TWO MOTHER FUCKING MAJOR SIEGES THAT STRIKE ME EACH YEAR, SINCE
THIS CUNT CHEWING FUCKING AUGUST 15, 1986 NIGHTMARE ALL BEGAN.
THEY
ARE SUMMER SIEGE, AND THANKX-2-GIVENS SIEGE. THIS HAS BEEN DISCUSSED
ON MANY A PRIOR OLDER BLOG, ESPECIALLY ON BLOGS THAT YOU NEED TO
FUCKING ARCHIVE TO GET TO, USING MY PASTED IN ARCHIVE ON MANY BLOGS,
SUCH AS THIS NOW, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! There
is no exact calendar setting to this, but each year starting in the
middle late eighties after this August 15, 1986 death-hell all got
started, I would notice that both summer time and Thanksgiving
Holiday time, and weeks in both directions around these two time
eras, would come AN EXTRA HUGE HELLISH NIGHTMARE SIEGE. Lots more
will be told about this, but not today, kind peeps!!!!!!!!!!!
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YO!!!!!!!!
My hands, Cousin David, may I please borrow a washcloth? WOW, so many
like you tried to tell me shit, back door style; and
got fucking totally screwed for so much as even doing that little
bit!
BLOGS
OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, 2006-2014
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
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Oh
Lordess Marcucci, it's getting heavier and heavier, and I know how
powerful memory blocks can be, old hallway communicator. Exploratron
Marcucci, your pal gave you up who was in such a hurry that day on
the beach, you go catch the dude, great powerful FRANK CALLIO!!!!!!!!
HAY YO, HE WENT THATAWAY, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
THAT'S
THE WAY IT GOES, © 1969 MARK WAYBNE
MOHR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IT
ALL BEGAN AT ONCE WHEN I'S TOO HAPPY TO SEE, THAT SOMETHING REALLY
BAD WAS GONNA' HAPPEN TO ME. YOU PLANNED IT ALL AND NOW YOU'RE JUST A
LAUGHIN' WITH GLEE, WHILE SOMETHING REALLY BAD IS NOW A HAPPNEN' TO
ME, AND THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES.
LONG
AGO I FELT THAT SOMETHING AWFUL WAS WRONG. NEVER DREAMING NOW THAT
I'D BE SINGIN' THIS SONG. I ONLY WISH TO GOD THAT YOU'D JUST LET ME
BE FREE. AND STOP THESE AWFUL THINGS THAT NOW ARE HAPPNEN' TO ME, BUT
THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES.
(DHORUS)
OH
THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES
THAT'S
THE WAY IT GOES
THAT'S
THE WAY IT GOES, AND THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES
YOU'VE
GOT TO LEARN YOUNG
YOU
GOTTA' BE YOUNG,
YOU
GOTTA' STAY YOUNG,
'CAUSE
THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES
MIDDLE
JUNE 1969, WRITTEN AT 125-A HADDON HILLS APARTMENTS BY MARK WAYNE
MOHR.
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WOULD I EVER TRY A FOURTH STAY AT THIS FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD,
NEW JERSEY, MISTER DAVID LEIGH SMITH? LET ME ANSWER YOU WITH A VOICE
FROM MY PAST, EBENEEZER SCROOGE;
''AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA''!!!!!!!!!
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh lovely
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo. Where
art thou?
Please
make this all stop, ALL HOT HOSE BUCKET PEOPLE EVERYWHERE, and Mizz
Bondi.
WHERE
ART THOU MY BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING? I REALLY NEED YOU MY ENDLESS LOVE.
PROTECT ME FROM THIS GARBAGE SWALLOWING MILITFORCE, PWEEEEEEEEEEZE
BABY-BLOND; YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOW
MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL THESE PEOPLE, BEFORE THEY WILL LI---SEN
TO ME. THE ANSWER MY FRIEND IS BLOWING IN THE WIND, THE ANSWER IS
BLOWING IN THE WIND. This part of my blog cannot be copyrighted, it
is lyrics from that wonderful great old song that us old mother
fuckiGN worthless farts all know and sing from time to time, sweet
adorable world out there, WHAAA!
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS,
MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983. I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO
MUCH! Baby-girl, I NEED YOU CODES TO SHOW, P. GIRL. I KNOW THAT YOU
LOVE AND NEED ME 2, DZA!!!!
NOTES
TO MYSELF:
Journal
Cassette Tape #25,766 has dalmatian photos.
ESS
THE CESS-MESS
YES
THE FLAME OF THE PESTS
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE; MISTER PAVAROTTI.
>>>MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
YOU
ARE READING CHAPTER 029 IN THE BLOG BOOK “ESS
IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG”. WEEEEEEEEE!
HAY
LOVELY DIANA, I AM HERE FOR YOU!!!!!!!
Try
not to make fun of my old 1994 car, gorgeous Stephanie!
(PHOTOS) Human Brain, courtesy of the National Geographic Society. AHA-AHA-AHA MICHAEL MCNULTY FROM 1971!
Mind
is truly gravity,
at
absolute zero dimension.
Scientists call it many things from dark matter to gray matter, if
you can tolerate a little stair-chase New York humor, folks,
WEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Our dream out and away from void zero
dimension is the resulting big bang of the first lawtron. But why
does all of it work as it does? Simple. There are only so many
possible combinations for anything, even if that number had more
zeros than the universe could allow to be printed after a digit from
one to nine. So whatever is making all of this work to our fixed
present point, it is happening because, now get this folks, of all of
the rest of the possible combinations all happening someplace else,
and you are now one with the one that is remaining or left, and this
is what you call your PRESENT MOMENT. GEE, grasp this truth and you
WILL be in the mother fuckiGN sike ward where DOCK SCHORR wants to
put me, I am quite sure, even at nice days on the beach!!!!!!!!
DALMATIANS, their true origin far from Earth, in Sahasra Dal Kanwal. Still, the link below takes you all to a really cool co-blogger of mine at BLOGGER, check it out. You will be glad you did, it is really a cool blog.
Another place you might have seen these spotted
dogs was in the two Disney movies. The first one, 101
Dalmatians,was animated, and it came out in 1961. It was based
on a 1956 novel by Dodie Smith. The second movie, 102
Dalmatians, came out in 1996, and it had real dogs and actors
in it, including Glenn Close as Cruella De Vil. I only mention
Glenn Close because she is one of Mom's favorite actors.
FOLKS,
THE BLOG WITH THE ADDRESS ABOVE IS WAY COOL. IT WILL TELL YOU A LOT
ABOUT THE EARTH HISTORY OF THIS BREED OF DOG. OF COURSE, BETWEEN YOU
AND ME FOLKS, AND THE LAMP POSTS OF THE UNIVERSE; ALL THINGS ON THIS
EARTH HAVE A TRUER HOME OF ORIGIN, ON WHAT MANY INTO HEAVY SPIRITISM
CALL AND LABEL, THE ASTRAL-PLANE or just the spirit-world. It is also
the realm of the SUBATOMIC, all the same reality, with different
windows in a large mansion for all of us to peer out of and receive
quite naturally, many varying and different views.
The
originally posted up 2007 website of
http://www.morianity-foundation.com/
is and has been down a long time, and was only up for two years, as
it cost a few bucks, and I do not have a few bucks to spare. On this,
was lots of text information about how I reside in eternity as a
large WHITE DOG. When the great Almighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle freed
me and got me out of that horrible hell, or DOGTOWN, she placed many
black spots all over my body and allowed me to speak in words, and
gave me the CITY-NAME of YANCY. On the Astral-Plane, YANCY is the
word for polka dot, and she placed one heck of a lot of polka dots
and splotches all over my body. I will always love the great Sarah
Krassle, there, and even here in the mortal realm, so long as she
permits me to retain flesh existence memories of HER and HER
wonderful GREAT CITY. I know my ex business partner is hooked up
somehow with this, maybe without any conscious recollection, as he
wrote a song in the late last century or maybe the very start of this
one, and the music was used almost note for note by that movie this
other blogger refers to, CDV. I called Paul ten years ago or more and
tried to reach Sally Starr, our mutual friend, but she wanted no more
to do with me and made it quite clear, what exactly I ever did to her
I do not know, just more famous folks that endlessly love to distance
themselves from loser-me, and leave me in a trail of worthless dust.
Still, Paul-Joe, if you made some money on this, I am very happy for
you. If you really did not, I would contact Disney peeps and I will
witness for you that I heard this song and used to have your tape
before the great family got all my stuff forever away from me, YO.
Yes folks, the true origin of this breed has both a heavenly and an
Earthly story. You'll find my story here in Morianity's many long
teachings. As I said, the web-page is now long gone due to lack of
funds. Kate and I ran out of money, BMI and ASCAP, I know you heard
my tape I sent you! Play dead all you want to, I know what goes down.
OH
GOD, IT IS 92 NOW, FEELING 95, AND RISING!
SIGNING
OFF 11:40 ANTE' MERIDIAN, YO BRO!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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