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FOR MILLENNIUM-3
MORIANITY FOR
MILLENNIUM-3
ICPISTMCMM,
CHAPTER 00045
OCTOBER
12, 2014,
SUNDAY
EVENING AT 5:45,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 82 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 69%, AND IT FEELS 87 DEGREES.
DAILY
RANGE OF TEMPERATURE SO FAR, (H-86/L-68).
The
world is an amazing place. Truly and absolutely fucking amazing,
lads and lassies.
First
off, when a day, as it often cock sucking does for me; begins the
second I ''wake up to this world and parallel dimension of atomic
frequency'', with a major-monster fucking attack of any of
numerous assortments of barrages from cunt chewing fucking ass
hell, it only normally gets worse and worse, but there are some
exceptions, but there is a powerful reason for the exceptions and
also, the exact mechanics behind this entire dam ass situation,
kind peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Right around
shy of one this turd swallowing non-Skyler-Tyler afternoon, I woke
up to a horrendous charlie horse in my left leg, an event that has
not happened since my days working at Assets Protection and on the
Griffin Pipe Company guard site hellhole. Somewhere close to a
dozen years have passed since this nightmare back then of having
this happen to me about a half dozen times. The agony is
excruciating, sending me rolling to the floor and hollering into a
pillow. But what you don't yet know, is this was an organized set
up bby some force that could see my entire room, because it did a
few things first to me that set me up for the final blow of
falling to the floor in dick licking intense waves of pain. I had
fallen asleep to the Law & Order television marathon on the
TNT channel back around middle morning, and had been drinking a
glass of fresca in a cold glass of chopped ice cubes, and placed
the full glass on the floor after a few sips. Somehow, Chinese
water callers and Ray Young all notwithstanding here people, I was
put suddenly to sleep, and the next thing I knew it was about 6
and a half hours or so later, and I was in agony out of nowhere
with the charlie horse calf-leg, and fell onto the floor, spilling
the cunt lapping soda all over the mother fucking place. This
started out my day super botbar, and ever since last night, the
doors and hallway loud voices have been annoying, not super bad,
just annoying. It kept right on going after my spill and my agony.
I soaked my leg in hot water in the bath tub for an hour, and then
sat in nice cool water in the tub, and tried relaxing a while.
After this, there was noise off and on for a while, then it died
down. The pain slowly over the course of the day also lessened. I
also had been given a nasty ass sore throat, but sucking on throat
lozenges and chewing on some Bufferin tablets, also alleviated
most of that nasty ass discomfort, as well. I am totally fine now
as I pen these words, but of course, the day is SUPER BOTBAR, and
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD??????????????????
//////////OH
DOES MY LIFE FUCKING SUCK!
As
things grew into what they were around the time I was obsessed
with locating the mysterious teenaged girl from my past in
Atlantic City, New Jersey; I needed no convincing from the most
powerful ten top peeps on Planet Earth, that what I was going
through was real, and that psychiatry had nothing to do with shit.
Still, Sarah allowed me to collect disability, and to the world, I
had become not only the crazy nut I always was basically
considered to be, but now I was LEGALLY CERTIFIED. Many things
need to be done in this life to people who find out too many
fucking cunt secrets that are total ''NO-NO'' things to be found
out. The difference with me on all of this is something quite
fucking mind blowing and breaking. This entire deal was to get me
to become aware, ONE BY ONE BY ONE, of each and every one of these
horrendous dirty big secrets. This way I could legitimately pile
up Earthly and even cosmic enemies, and just look like to quote
the great Doctor Bruce Goldberg, “A NUT”, in his marvelous
untrumpable book from the late nineties, “Time Travelers From
Our Future”. Studying what I wrote in this final paragraph
peeps, will permit you to receive one hell of a huge key into me,
and into Morianity, and for that matter, into the secret worlds
that surround all of us, if nothing else is ever achieved, maybe
you can learn negatively, just as I taught my older wonderful
super daughter MY to do. She knows what I'm talking about.
Allow me to
bring this together by first showing you some conversations that I
had in the first half of 1983, with Jim Burr, the asshole who I
had met ten years earlier from the PCI computer school at the
great world famous CHERRY MILL MALL, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey,
USA-ESMWG.
Many things
happened in 1983, to the world, to me, and to the interaction that
connects the world up to me, in ways that not even the devout
Pentecostal Christians with
all their speaking in magical tongues believe, yet it's all
totally true and real. I won't waste your time trying to convince
you of anything, that I promise, I will merely tell you a huge ass
story, compressed of course, or this blog would still be being
worked on days from now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes sir and
ma'am, always with those unrelenting never ending politically
correct initials, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, tells you something, no
matter how you force yourself to think so-called normally and
rationally, or psychically approved, let's have PA, we already
have been dealing with fucking PC for coming up on two dam ass
decades, right folks, YO???????
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, I
did say, Lois Foca 1980,
the one and only 1980.
Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even
the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew
then, I was not imagining any of this wild stuff.
Jim and I did
not share an exact view by any means, about many things, other
than when we first met. We would have been great pals but no, here
we go again, suddenly these mother fuckiGN Pentecostal religious
nutcases get at him right after we meet at the computer school,
and our mastermind team of becoming multimillionaires was done and
over, now it's all this fucking Jesus shit, and that was all over.
As always, everything I ever try to do for 60 fuckign years, is
wiped out, even if it has to use fucking religion to fuckign do
it, and this is why I learned as the decades fucking kept passing
by, that this shit all around me is way bigger than mans religion,
and even PP recognized this exact shit, and said so, word for
word, to me, whether he remembers this or not, he said it, “Mark,
you go beyond religion”. The man did not say a lot of shit that
came to pass, normally just reversing what he said would make you
pretty much a prophet, but this time, he was overdue for coming up
a fucking winner lucky seven, without my daughter's big right
cross to knock him over and down a few steps, around the time the
planes crashed into the
buildings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
it's a bit later in time illusion, eleven shy of eleven, to be
exact. I took a little break and fell asleep. We had a nasty fire
alarm at just past half past nine, lasting for about a quarter of
an hour. All quiet now. AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE MCNULTY!
So
about Jim Burr and the talk we had upon several occasions back in
the first half of good old year prior to Orwell, AKA 3-4 math
functions, 2-out, still AKA 1984. For a solid ten years, since
meeting him and he suddenly converted from hyped up business man
wannabee to a whacked out Pentecostal tongue god-speaker, he tried
to make me like him. All my life, peeps try to conform me to their
ideas and likeness, a punishment for so many previous lifetimes
where I had exceedingly marvelous magnetic leadership abilities,
none of them that carried through into this present misery where I
live here as Mark Wayne Mohr; but there goes Lady Karma-Wheel.
Still, I managed to suffer and survive a lifetime of this. I am
not conforming to anybody, I have a right to be who and what I am,
despite America basically disagreeing with that principle. I have
to stop, a major fucking shit-attack just struck me folks, so I'll
be bacccchk, Governor Muscles.
AND
HERE I AM, YO YO YO YO, THAT WAS A NASTY ASS ATTACK, but I cannot
say I am surprised. Before I finish the story with Jim Burr
1973-1983, here is MY COMMENT on the suicide article and the thing
David Wong discusses about poor Skylar Tyler. Of course she didn't
love poop, and if you think that people in general are this dumb,
you're believing a huge mother fucking lie, just like I'd bet my
ass and a dollar that the media owners posted that stupid comment,
and are also behind a recent stupid e-mail that offers me a very
large amount of money, with a wild story behind it. Twice now in
the last month, I thought someone was going to make a comment and
say SOMETHING, pertaining to my blog and what is being discussed
in it, and both times, I am being social media bullied in a back
door clever way, sending me a message to give up and stop trying
to make a soul give a shit about any of this stuff that happened
to me, or 'dimeing' out those cunt eating monsters who are behind
it all, ruining my entire life beyond imagination with unthinkable
fuckiGN bullshit done to me perpetually and without fucking
relent! Notice the mst recent shit, just two blogs ago now from
this one, was right on the suicide blog. This is a blatant message
to me, “No one cares about your stupid life, “no one believes
you about any of it, and on and on” I mean really, do I want to
buy a used car?????? KMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A child can
see this is clever social media bullying. So was the e-mail a few
weeks ago too offering me millions of dollars. Of course, that
could also be a scheme, but why now after nine years of this blog,
do I get an e-mail like this, and not before? Well, I got close to
showing how this all works, and using not me, but other perhaps
more known and celebrated peeps who say and come on line with
similar things, such as Mister Wong.
Like
Boo.
Wherest
art thou brains, people?
COFFEE
IS BOILING LIKE CRAZY, FOLKS, CRISSAKE!
SO
IS IT WALL STREET, OR DORNEY
PARK, PENNSYLVANIA, OR WILDWOOD, NEW
JERSEY'S 'MILE-HIGH' IN 2030, JEEEEEEEEEZ LOVELY TWINBAY
AND SURFER FONTY AND CAR KICKER DESTROYER SHANNON OF BRENDA-90210,
LIKE MACY SUPER WOW???? OR MAYBE
CATS ARE CHASING ME
OVER FENCES, WHO CAN KNOW?
If
anyone could find me
lovely
PEE;
from the
HARBORFIELDS
DETENTION CENTER,
it
was you. I am not on
the fence
about that any longer. Not even with great
LOIS FOCA revelations from 2008 and 2014
from
Diana, the Goddess of the moon and Earth Lightning!
TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS
are people who are dreaming. They have a body asleep in a bed, the
same as you and me, I promise you this is the truth!
Mister
Data Android's friend, Sarjenka, from the TNG-Star Trek TV show,
Do
I hear another W-O-W?
Do
I hear another W-O-W?
Do
I hear another W-O-W?
Do
I hear another W-O-W?
LFLD,
and like Wall Street, gash golly, what a roller coaster, YO!!!!
December 12, 2006
More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)
At the
risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes,
I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging
theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer
(the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone
conversations.
Station
Manager Ken
clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called
"The Meaning of Life." The back copy states that
it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing
the same title. He's really difficult to listen to, for a
couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark's side of the
conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a
microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was
standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is
insane. Completely, violently insane.
Mark
claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David.
His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation
of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet.
And also that the 50 richest families in the world are
trying to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also
against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means
the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU's
own Jason Forrest
isn't clear.)
Here
then, are three selections from Mark's version of reality:
Now,
if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go cover my windows with
aluminum foil.
This is all
social media attack. Hay, everyone is entitled to their opinions
and to express them, I sure do. But I am making a whole other
point here folks. First off, I don't hate the military or the
press. The common average employees are obeying and carrying out
orders and just doing their jobs, and there is nothing wrong with
having a job, obeying the superiors over you, getting paid, and
paying your bills, and hopefully saving to buy you and your family
a pair of fuckign shoes after you feed them, on or off
song-jetties. But the owners of the PRESS, and the controllers of
the MILITARY, are evil powerful agenda hungry power-monger sickos
who have tortured and tormented me to death all my life, for
reasons only they know, and they know they are doing it, and not
jyust to me, but I am in an exclusive covert club and not by any
choice I made, and we all are of the persecuted, and by them, and
there is no changing these facts. The ESS is what operates the
entire thing, and I am the only one in the club, that knows and
believes all this, and sees the real and absolute mother fucking
truth.
If
anyone really wants to buy into that poop story with the high
school girl, be my guest. The media decides to target you to hurt
you, or they decide to bless you and make you rich and famous, and
there is no in-between gray areas at all, not any more, not at
least in the American culture. People all are being totally mother
fucking snowed. Can you blame Mister SNOWED-IN for trying to tell
this stupid ass fucking dumbed down world, what is happening, not
that anyone really listened, or for that matter, cared one bit?
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
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The Ten Minute Suicide Guide
So
you're thinking about committing suicide.
That is, I figure you probably are if you're reading this, judging by the e-mail I get every day. I obviously can't change your mind about this and I don't particularly see the need to. BUT, a person can screw up a suicide just like anything else and so I offer this guide on how to do it right. Yes, it does matter. This is the act that everyone will remember about you forever and ever. So, before you go rushing into it... 
To
make things worse, the devastating last line of her note, "I'M
FINISHED WITH YOUR SHIT" was put down so sloppily that her
family read it as, "I'M FAMISHED FOR MORE SHIT."
The family thus were led to believe that Skyler suffered from Coprophilia, or a fetish for eating human feces. And since death is no time to judge a person, Skyler's mother and father and three brothers openly embraced what they believed to be their beloved's love affair with poo. Who knows, maybe it was her shame over this unusual habit that pushed her over the edge. So they went public with the note, outing their poop-loving daughter to the community as to shed light on those still persecuted.  Skyler's classmates rallied around her memory, condemning the fecalphobes who they figured had taunted her as she took repeated trips to life's turd buffet. A memorial service was held in our school gym two days later and first up to the podium was little Kim Wittaker (a teammate on Skyler's dance team), who read this poem dedicated to her memory:
Skyler,
with your newfound wings, you can fly high-ler you'll have the poop pile of kings and a golden poop piler wherever you're at, you have phat scat sat near the fat scat vat we miss you At this point, Principal Clark unveiled an airbrush painting by award-winning art student Cody Gunderson, which would honor Skyler's memory by forever hanging in the main entranceway of the school.  Do you get the point? Skyler didn't plan to fail. She just failed to plan. So before you get down to business, here's three things you need to think through. It won't take long: 1. Where Do You Go From Here? Here is a great question. Forget suicide, let me discuss social media verses the real media that always was here and who owns all of us sheeple, all along, before anyone knew the word, INTERNET.
IT IS ALWAYS
ALL ABOUT FUCKING CONTROL. THEY DID THIS TO THIS POOR TEEN, I
DON'T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT WHAT DAVID WONG SAYS, HIS HEART IS IN
THE RIGHT PLACE, OH, NOT THAT YOU WANT TO GIVE POWERFUL WORLD
OWNER ENEMIES AN EXCUSE TO DROP THEIR MISSILES OUT OF TOM CRUISES
JET FIGHTER, BUT WHAT I AM SAYING, IS THAT WE ALL, NO EXCEPTIONS,
ARE ANALYZED, EXAMINED WITH MAJOR SCRUTINY, AND UPON OCCASION WE
ARE PLACED ON A LIST TO BE BLESSED, OR CURSED, THE GREAT MAJORITY
OF US, FALL THANK THE GODS, ENDLESSLY IN-BETWEEN AND ARE IGNORED
TO LIVE A NICE NORMAL AVERAGE FUCKING ASS LIFE, WOW.
So
then why did I say this the other day, “DOOGIE
HOWSERS OF THE MULTIVERSE. SHAME
SHAME SHIRLEY DANCERS, ON ALL OF
YOU!!!!!!!!!”??????????????????????????? Let
me explain me whittle self, ladies and gentlemen:
If
my daughter was not one of them all along, she would not be
involved in all that happened, and even a moron like Donald
Scowl-face Distant-cousin Trump, knows better! Yes, Doctor Schorr
has made some new friends in this decade, one with a dude up north
who phoned my mom at her office one day, and said, “Misses Mohy,
that's not his problem”! You see, they are told to act as though
they believe me to be insane and in need of a sike ward, and they
of course know better, but the WORLD OWNERS or the WOMO, for
short, are the boss, not Tony Macelli Danza.
Now back to
Jim Burr. He had spent an entire mother fuckign decade of time,
telling me about something beinbg wrong in my family, that my
family was behind all of my troubles, and that this was definitely
a supernatural problem or as he put it, a spiritual problem, words
do not impress me all that much, say it however you feel nice and
cozy! Calling a huge mountain of stinky fucking dogshit a ROSE
GARDEN, and even capitalizing and making the font a pretty color,
won't make it so, and stop the dam ass stench, Klingon McCoy
Whales!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
DOOGIE
HOWSERS OF THE MULTIVERSE. SHAME SHAME SHIRLEY DANCERS, ON
ALL OF YOU!!!!!!!! DOOGIE HOWSERS OF THE
MULTIVERSE. SHAME SHAME SHIRLEY DANCERS, ON ALL OF
YOU!!!!!!!! DOOGIE HOWSERS OF THE
MULTIVERSE. SHAME SHAME SHIRLEY DANCERS, ON ALL OF
YOU!!!!!!!! DOOGIE HOWSERS OF THE
MULTIVERSE. SHAME SHAME SHIRLEY DANCERS, ON ALL OF
YOU!!!!!!!! DOOGIE HOWSERS OF THE
MULTIVERSE. SHAME SHAME SHIRLEY DANCERS, ON ALL OF
YOU!!!!!!!! DOOGIE HOWSERS OF THE
MULTIVERSE. SHAME SHAME SHIRLEY DANCERS, ON ALL OF
YOU!!!!!!!! DOOGIE HOWSERS OF THE
MULTIVERSE. SHAME SHAME SHIRLEY DANCERS, ON ALL OF
YOU!!!!!!!! DOOGIE HOWSERS OF THE
MULTIVERSE. SHAME SHAME SHIRLEY DANCERS, ON ALL OF
YOU!!!!!!!! DOOGIE HOWSERS OF THE
MULTIVERSE. SHAME SHAME SHIRLEY DANCERS, ON ALL OF
YOU!!!!!!!! DOOGIE HOWSERS OF THE
MULTIVERSE. SHAME SHAME SHIRLEY DANCERS, ON ALL OF
YOU!!!!!!!! DOOGIE HOWSERS OF THE
MULTIVERSE. SHAME SHAME SHIRLEY DANCERS, ON ALL OF
YOU!!!!!!!! DOOGIE HOWSERS OF THE
MULTIVERSE. SHAME SHAME SHIRLEY DANCERS, ON ALL OF
YOU!!!!!!!! DOOGIE HOWSERS OF THE
MULTIVERSE. SHAME SHAME SHIRLEY DANCERS, ON ALL OF
YOU!!!!!!!!
DDDDDDDDDDUHHHH,
TOMMY REALE! How do you live with yourself, you and McGettigan,
and McGuire, and Callio and Givens, and all of you rotten stinking
mother fuckign Atlantic City total trash, after all the dam ass
shit you pulled and did to innocent little pathetic fuckiGN cunt
eating me????
SUICIDE
WEBSITE COLLECTION: Taken from internet at just shy of 5 PM,
10/10/14 by MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN, so far, the best coolest
shit yet, I have found on the net on this topic!!!!
YOU
MUST READ THIS ABOUT SUICIDE, IT IS NOT ONLY
FUNNY AS A NEW YORK STAIR CHASE, BUT IT IS BEYOND NIGHTMARE
HORRORS TO WATCH SOCIAL MEDIA BECOMING THE QUINTESSENTAIL BULLEY
OF THIS PLANET, AND THE SHEEPLE ALL OVER THE PATHETIC CREATION,
NOT SEEING, NOT REALIZING, BLIND, STUPID, AND BEYOND PATHETIC, IF
YOU HAVE A HEART ANYWHERE INSIDE OF YOU, YOU WILL CRY BEFORE YOU
FINISH READING!!!
Hay
TTTTTTTommmmmey of Ventnor, New Jersey YO, from seventy, not the
route, the year; you should have offered me your dam girlfriend
once a week, I might have bitten on your offer then,
understanding, hell, give me a nice set of Venetian Blinds and a
Star Trek Club to work with here. Yes Aunt Vicki, I know I had
such gorgeous hair, and I still sort of do, not that this photo
shows the right color, but if you adjust it with normal PC
controls, just make my jersey come out red, and the rest is real,
not REALE. I thought I would get a good CD copy for the
photo-bucket service, but it came out like shit, Vicki
Callio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think I look
OK for 90. You see, I can prove I lived for 30 dam years,
kidnapped in a magical attic while on my way to a post office to
get my passport back in Hammonton, New Jersey. But my old guru
from Staples is in Georgia now, and I am going to be having a new
guru over, hopefully I'll get along better with him, the other had
an ESS exploratron inside him, but what's to stop this from
happening forever and fuckiGN cunt ever and fuckign cunt lapping
ever? The simple answer, nothing!!!!
You know
folks, my now deceased fave comedian tried to warn me directly in
1969 about lots of things that are not one bit funny, but as long
as I have the media and dirt bag Trump against me, I'll never get
out of this one. You ask me, what one do you? Well, for dam
starters, things as:
FUNNY
AS A NEW YORK STAIR CHASE, FUNNY AS A NEW YORK STAIR CHASE,
FUNNY AS A NEW YORK STAIR CHASE, FUNNY AS A NEW YORK STAIR CHASE,
FUNNY AS A NEW YORK STAIR CHASE, FUNNY AS A NEW YORK STAIR
CHASE, FUNNY AS A NEW YORK STAIR CHASE, FUNNY AS A NEW YORK
STAIR CHASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Get the drift,
world?????????????????????????
Let
me post up and get ready to eat me din-din, Betty, and then it
will be time to fucking crash!
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cousin Trumpie that he can shove his car up his
ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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