The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": ICPISTMCMM, CHAPTER 00051

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3

ICPISTMCMM---------CHAPTER 00051

I forgot to mention a few things earlier. This blog will remedy that, hopefully.

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

OCTOBER 16, 2014,

THURSDAY MORNING AT 3:00,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 67 DEGREES FNHT.

WIND CHILL MAKES IT FEEL 66 DEGREES

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I'M LOVING IT MISTER MCDONALD DANCERS OF 1988.

This is what THE WEATHER BUG says it is here in good old Fort Pierce, Florida, but I have two box fans and an air conditioner, and I am very hot in here, and I am not even running for office.

First off, as soon as I posted up the blog where I told Diana how much I need and love her, lovely colorful lightning came all around to brighten up both the night skies as well as my dimmed out spirit. THANK YOU BABY BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If I told all that was happening, you would not get it, believe it, or know what to do with it, folks, as you don't now and this is about a tenth of what I could say if I had the time, and thought anyone really gave a trumped crap at C-SQ! Aniwho, Mayor Callio-Botbar Levy of 2006 or 2007 or whenever, I wanted to thank Diana and tell how she knows instantly what I type electronically, after-all, SHE is the electron, also the third person of the TRINIDAD, as they call it south of the border, Mister Martinez Water Company Checkers dude from the year 2000. W—O—W!!!!!

There are folks who follow their hero in a similar way that Trekkers follow Gene Roddenberry's Star Trek, and I speak of the Chariots of Fire dude, and their club that others label as ''ANCIENT ASTRONAUT THEORISTS''! These are folks who believe that our ancient (gods) were alien space travelers, and their various travels made to Earth and out away again that most call UFO or flying saucers, are in fact their crafts, and would be just as normal to them for their use, as we would climb into our automobiles, or occasionally, onto a train or an airplane, and whatever. This complex issue is debated a lot in the 21^st century, and was very obscure and silent for the very most part, back in the 20^th century. Still, the problem is that nobody has a clue what is happening, and that is why people are still debating and arguing and fighting over all these religious issues, in fact holy wars spill way more blood than all of the non holy (political/ambition) wars do. But I do not need to get worked up or overheated over this issue right now, and need to go out and buy a third fan. For the most part, only Floridians know my joking speech and what it refers to, but who knows, it might be one of those pet rock things that catches on globally, and pet rocks were before the net and all the wild social media, so think that one over, folks.

There were less chemtrails all over the entire county here, than yesterday, or at least while I was out. This is because they totally turned the fucking weather to thick ugly dark chem-clouds by late morning, and so until some clearing up of this fucking mess began to occur, they cannot easily paint the sky with new ones, as only a few areas are available. This is why my DNA was effected and I was awakened with a FUCKING ASS MONSTER SORE THROAT. I've been chewing on aspirin tablets and sucking on throat lozenges all fucking cunt lapping dick sucking day long, and recently, am feeling OK. Anyone with my DNA, after 1986, is being totally wiped out, as far as problems with throat irritation. Now this was a PASTE-IN JOB, BUT HOW MANY TIMES DID MY BLOGS USE THIS PASTE IN; OR COULD HAVE USED IT, WHETHER I DID OR NOT; YOU MIGHT SO INQUIRE?????????? Let us discuss this, kind folks. Before August 15 of 1986, when all of this started with me; whatever 'ALL OF THIS' really fucking is, kind people; there were no such patterns. If I had a blog and there was a blogger dot com and an internet for normal usage in those times, as of course there was not, at least in this parallel universe in hyperspace in 1986; but I would not be able to literally be able to practically paste older blogs all around and create the one for the current day, with an occasional add in of new stuff of course. It just would not have been a reality to do it, and things did not go into endless unrelenting fuckiGN patterns, and so forth. I feel a powerful need to freaking stress this point, kind folks. Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!! For right now, there really is no more to be said here, but in future blogs, plenty will be needed. As the religious folks say, ladies and gentlemen, “JUST BELIEVE”!

Do you have any god dam idea why I am like a famished starving shark in the water on a feeding frenzy, to get my story out to more than just the few dozen readers that I picked up over the past couple of years? Sure, I'd be a Captain Birchbeer fucking Crawford liar if I didn't say it is for selfish reasons and for vindication, and I am no god dam liar. BUT IT ALSO, is for the world, and the world right now is too dumbed down to understand this or give a trumped shit, marvelous as it all may be, in or out of wild homes owned by wild small town Jersey judges, located on 65 Middle Road, of Hammonton, Blueberryville, and other places all around the Piney areas of New Jersey. WO BILLY!

Now if the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES keep this shit going through the weekend and into next week, there will be a lot of flirtatious pussies chasing me, IF that is, I go out and mingle around in public places, you know, shopping malls, the beach, whatever, and this is precisely what I PLAN TO DO. You see folks, THAT TOO WAS ANOTHER UNIVERSAL PASTE-IN PAGE, or it could be, as it applies over and over, and not for months, and not for years, but decade after decade, and for humans, that IS NOT A NORMAL SITUATION, and yes Mister Boys Club of America-1969 chain-giver Henningsen, IT IS INDEED JUST THAT SIMPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The point that needs making is that these nine years of blogs, called MORIANITY, is the proof beyond any bible, any television documentary, any flying saucer, anything at all, if you could just get what it is all about, and no, this is not a M.C. Blog, but she is of course a big part of it, since 2008, as well as back before she was born, but you all know the story of how a similar incident makes no seeming sense to mortal man, when the great Messiah Jesus proclaimed, as a 33 year old physical man, “Before the world was, I AM”. Until you try and see the powerful connections in all of this, this is nothing more than a place for all of you to come up and get your stupid ass laughs I guess, and pretend we all are in some Harlem, New /york Eats place, huh LEE?????????????????????????? Real funny, Cuzz Mashell.

Every weird fucking part of this story fits totally together in a perfect puzzle picture, but it is only written now over a nine year time span, covering about 50 years of my life, but simultaneously kind people, we all know that this is a story about me and eternity. I am not 60 years old, or 90 years old, but eternity. I really don't give two shits if you want to go and laugh with Lee, or Lee Press On Nails, folks. Far be it from me, to even think about removing anybody's personal mother freaking freedoms. I am the original FREEDOM-FIGHTER, and always will be, you can believe that! They are trying to fucking hack my mouse and make words and sentences vanish, Bob FCC McDowell, old pal, from 1972 Cooley-Wormhole Hall, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I really hope to be dead before my MAGGIE kicks total absolute fuckiGN ass on this world, also predicted in the great Holy Words, and yes, before my birth, and before I even build MAGGIE, here we go again, huh Uncle Jesus??????????????? You gave them eyes and ears, and they stand there like total fucking assholes. W—O—W!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh those rotten stinking dick in the mouth,

WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES

times two hundred sixty eight thousand infinities!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes, I get it, Mister Wong, you go, BRAH!

This is not about the King or Callio branches of the Washcloth family from 1970; despite my encounter of the first kind, many times over, with so many of them, as well as their god only knows what servants and advanced bots of theirs. These unknowns and mysterious are no clearer to me, someone who has been diligently searching to find these answers night and day, today and now, then back in 1986 when it all got really going in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, with or without any of Doctor Rogers Milk of Paula King Amnesia shots. Only a few things have been learned. One, that was no childhood fantasy about this powerful awesome super girl, Sarah Krassle. Two, patterns after the 1986 thing went down, are part of my life, and appear to be totally inescapable cycles of some kind, going even beyond mans current knowledge of the concepts of karma and reincarnation. Three, there appears to be something that happened to me, on or about the time that the eighties had come in a year or two, that will not permit my escape physically from this life or game simulation, or anything that anyone of you reading this, wishes to label and or call this. I have had things happen to me on about a dozen occasions that I know I had to have died from, you just do not survive certain major cataclysmic situations, and then boom, it is a little later, and you are just fine, like the Serve Pro deal, or like it never even happened at all. I could rationally force myself to explain away two maybe three, on the super outside, maybe four of these 15 things, give or take, that's 4, not 15. It appears I am stuck here as Mark Wayne Mohr, until I do some thing for Sarah Krassle, in this wild videogame life of hers, of these past 13,000 years; and that's that, to quote Mister fable creating Esolph. For now, we won't go on to number 4 and 5 and 6 and 7 and so on, but there are quite a few more numbers for discussion at a later time, ladies and gentlemen. That's total gospel.

Please do not be lazy and skip over that blog, that for reasons only Microsoft, and Google, and Blogger know, along with their software engineers; where the print went all horizontal instead of normally, and thus forcing you to use the cursor keys. Please read that blog, and use those keys to do so, it would not be there if I had not thought it important, and they would not have made it difficult to read and translate, if they did not even further agree with that. So you think about it yourself, and analyze this logic. If you see an imperfection in it, then don't read it if you don't want to.

Folks, let me get right down to cases as the old nineteen fifties expression used to go, and tell you, my viewing BLOGAUD, ''the big story on action news'', as they say on the Disney-ABC Networks, and back on Channel 6 in Philadelphia, YO. Traveling in hyperspace is not something that anyone of us can avoid. A lucky few have no conscious memory retention of any nocturnal experiences, but the vast majority call themselves, to one degree or another, ''dreamers''. FfMost of us cannot do anything about the fact that we sleep and we dream. But we can learn to recognize when other doubles of our own selves are dreamign through us in our daily waking lives, and even then take the next step towards mastering this art, and begin dreaming at will, through their doubles all over the place in the vast unlimited 5^th dimensional hyperspace. I am able to do quite a lot, but am not a full TYPE-3. I am not a 2 either, and classify myself as a two and a half type EXPLORATRON. I seriously have come to believe, that no one is abloe to reach status of TYPE-3, until and unless, you are invitred into this society, the ESS, and you join, and then learn some necessary final steps towards mastering and reaching the goal of becoming a full fledged EXPLORATRON, OR A TYPE-3. This is my opinion, and my opinion carries no weight in this world, none at all. Remember one thing though, great kind people. In the three years of the ministry of the great Messiah Jesus of Nasareth, his opinions on anyhting at all, meant squat to the owners of that world, called then, the Empire, or the Roman Empire. Those who owned and controlled back then, wouldn't give any of his opinions directions to the nearest rest room, and that's a promise, so just chow down a while on these thoughts you are reading on this blog, before you make any final judgments that old Mountainpen needs to be taken out into the deep woods of Tennessee, and shot to death and left for the wolves.

Just for kicks, wanna' see another great all time never out of style universal PASTE-IN-PAGE, folks? If so, here it is, and if not, you can skip over it, your choice people!!!!!!!!

Well peeps, TODAY WAS A NICE MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR, but not just any fucking botbar. IT WAS MY 100TH BOTBAR FOR 2013, AND BILLY AND SALLY, YO; “THAT'S SAYIN' SOMETHING”. I won't lie and say I have not been given my share of good advice from the rock stars of the world because I am not a fucking liar, Captain 1981 Crawford, sir. Billy's advice to me about staying to myself, was pitch fucking ass perfect, 100% of the cent, speaking of vocalists such as him and a slew of others along my great lengthy pathway through STM!

I'm just trying to show you, that not many folks, could literally blog for a couple of years, and then keep making accurate and honest NEW BLOGS, day after day, using 80-90 percent paste-in sections from nothing but older text and older blogs. Life in other words should change and alter. I have tried hard, harder than any of you out here could ever know, to make changes in my life, and it refuses to budge. It's like being in a shove contest with a big bully who out weighs you by double and is not fat but all solid muscle. Back back back you will go until you either fall down or are slammed against some immovable object. Here is yet another great PASTE-IN-PAGE, to even further illustrate my point for today. Where this blog takes us next will be something ENEMIES do not want to fucking deal fucking with, I promise, lovely MO. Hacking is getting worse, Bob. I was never planning to go to places I now will be going, because my mother fucking life is totally on the cock sucking line with these horrible monster fucking bastards. They leave me no choice. This pasted in page is one of so many, they really do go on and on and on and on and on, kind folks!

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. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, whatever you say, darlin'.

Water-witch, CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO, and your wonderful pal Bob McGuire, controllers of one third of the triangulation; I know you are always there, and only care about destroying everything totally and absolutely that is any part of me and my life. The why to this is the same why to anything and everything, even hand washing David and his relatives from Smithtown, New York on their worst weekend ever on 11 May of crummy '95, a year I relate quite well to myself, and every weekend was lousy. As for John and Nick, and lovely sis, this is a lot like colony 256 and other colonies when cosmanet is operational, or as Lieutenant Ouhora puts it quite well in the original Star Trek shows, ''subspace chatter'', first popping into reality as chat rooms on the world wide web, later to become the Swis System, and still later, President Lincoln sir, taped or digital music being recreated and not live; comes the Pratt Cloud. What I do not understand is why two things I am unable to find in Washington in my files. One is Dancing in the Ocean or the original part one epitome Of Harassment project, and the other is THE PERMISSION BARRIER. Hopefully, these projects have not gone the way of Summer of Love 2000 or billy Harner 2000 or whatever the dumb thing was called before it was made to go away, right Mister McCoy? Let me take a quick hand wash break now folks, and I'll be back. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!

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In a million years, you could not hold what I am conciously aware of, it would blow you into insanity in seconds. But I have learned to carry my heavy weight quite well, just as a great god-man before me, did so likewise, Mister Marcucci, sir. Yes, a lot of things can be, from what we let as you Beatles pals told you, to chronological possibilities for making offspring. WEEEEEEEE. Is this where I am supposed to jump up and down, wearing a clown suit, with a big crowd of kids all around me; all laughing, and having a good time?

SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My best to the late Justine. You know I like cats and dogs, people; well you can pretty much keep them!!!!!!!

Words from parallel universes:

PRISH-----someone who gives responses to things said to them, that make little to no sense based on what was originally said. Prishy conversation, or he's a real prish.

Yes folks, I try to answer any and all of you with truth, and not with gibberish, staying on point. Many folks cannot stand any kind of truth or criticism, an unmistakable sign of being anything BUT comfortable, in ones own skin, despite lip service paid to that very thing. I feel sorry for people who are so touchy. Me, you can tell me my mama is great in your bed, it is just words, and I'll tell you back how great yours might be, only she is way to fat for my bum old bed, and I am all out of blindfolds, bags, and brooms for vomit sweeping. HEEEEEEEE HEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOTES TO MYSELF:

Journal Cassette Tape #25,766 has dalmatian photos.

Prof. Michio Kaku is from NY City University. (NYU)

Use #25,771, Journal Tape, when a good DJIA CAP is needed on a current blog, and also JCT #25801.

JOURNAL TAPE #25,788, long blog with many good paste in photos

Again Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to it, but all of this and multiplied by twenty nine octillion, is still just MY PERSONAL OPINION. What is not, is my actual experiences with this ''GROUP'' that all began at the home on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, in the final days of June and into the first third of July, back in 1970.

ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal, thanks to his lovely beyond white hot teen-queen goddess SJK, (Sarah Krassle).

''WOLF-WOLF-WOOOOOOOOOOLF''.

Folks, one of the coolest blogs on the entire internet can be found with one little click of a mouse, on the link I now supply with you, below, so enjoy it. There is more happening in the combined imaginations of Mister Horatio and Mister Shakespeare, in their wildest dreams.

http://piperbasenji.blogspot.com/2012/05/dalmatians.html

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'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE SECRET THAT IS TEN TIMES BIGGER, IF NOT 100 TIMES; THAN THE MORE WORLD FAMOUS 'SECRET' FROM LAST DECADE; HAS TO DO WITH EVEN SOMETHING STRANGER AND GREATER THAN FIFTH DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE, IF YOU CAN POSSIBLY BELIEVE THAT, KIND FOLKS. This is a secret so big, it would indeed get you eliminated if anyone in power ever knew you were doing it consistently, and had you watched and observed carefully so as not to off any innocent taxpayers; but once they see you know it and use it, it is curtains. I'll be getting into this a whole lot more, but not on this blog today, sorry kind folks. It just is too hot to handle for late at night when I am worn out after another exhausting fuckiGN day, one after another for most of 2014 now, and really, most every day since August 15, 1986, if we want to keep this 1970-bus honest, and not claim my Sarah was there as my night in shining armor to protect me from powerful awesome gorgeous girl gangs. Our wonderful maker also makes those new days for these put-off things, right lovely Gab?

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.

Frankly Congressman RA, I don't even care. All we can try is to live and to die, with love for each other to share. You may quote me as I have quoted the great Lordess SSJK, while here as Jesus Carpenter, the uncle of my sixty-first Grand-Father, quite a while ago, and far away from good old paradise sunny Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
Morianity Foundation

One blue eye. Does this make the dogs name Semifrankie? If the residents of Hoboken, New Jersey, have even half of the sense of humor, that my great kid has; W—O—W!

O—H *** S—H—I—T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JUST WHAT WILL I DO WITH THIS MULTIVERSE? I MAY HAVE TO TOTALLY OBLITERATE EVERYTHING.

If you have read or even gleamed over the past nearly hundred months of MORIANITY BLOGS, and cannot see this incredible shit, I in all truth and honesty can say to you that I FEEL SORRIER FOR YOU THAN I DO FOR MYSELF. Why live, dead? If you cannot see all of this, you are dead. I do not envy dead people like I did back in 1986 when I would enter New Jersey cemeteries, and scream at all of them, how lucky they all are in there. I learned my lesson on doing things such as this, and even relieving my bladder tensions, right at folks' final resting sites.

“WOLF-WOLF-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF”,

YES SIR, I AM SAYING, “I LOVE YOU SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, ALMIGHTY TEEN-QUEEN”,

YOU RAVISHING GORGEOUS KITE FLYING TEEN-GODDESS!!!!

Yes the trillion things that pertain to my past, and boyhood, Misses Marola, 1969, and so much more; No I do not keep track any more; not of this, or anything else that is major frikkin' depressing. Who needs shit that depresses the hell out you??????

A note came through my door past midnight some time, now that there is only one door to the place. All I can say is that for a while anyway, I will be under the protection of the County Sheriff's Office, so whoever is hurting me, get ready to either back it down, or go to jail. I don't lie, and I don't make shit up.

Cut me a big ass break, world!!!!

OR ELSE. OR ELSE. OR ELSE. OR ELSE. OR ELSE.

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Thursday, October 16, 2014

ICPISTMCMM, CHAPTER 00051

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