THE MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 015

SHARKEY SAYS, THIS IS CHAPTER 015, OF

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3, BLOG BOOK, “THE MIND DIMENSION”

SWIM ON, SHARKEY, SWIM ON!

THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY! NO DAM WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Now is the proper time to finish telling the blog, the final part of that wild high school dream, that I think, but cannot prove, was a parallel universe Cheltenham High School in Pennsylvania, USA, ESMWG. There are some things that need to be said. If things were different, it all would just be said at once, all the really important things. But I learned long ago, doing this is more dangerous to the health and well being, at least for me, than smoking, texting and driving, and cheating on my taxes and bragging about it on Facebook, all put together! To quote the great Billy Harner from New Jersey, timing is everything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At this school that was on the other side of a really big highway that I think was in Pennsylvania, from the still at the point I was there, was the great and powerful INTERNATIONAL MOBILE MACHINES CORPORATION, was the high school. The homeroom teacher I had, was the great Mariah Carey, only over in that parallel universe, she was a very good high school teacher and did not sing, or if she did, the world was not aware of it, as things stand over here in this universe. I was still in school and was younger than her and have no idea what year it was, as I remember absolutely no calendars being anywhere. In dreams, I normally make it a habit to search for something that gives me a date so I can get my hyperspace bearings, so to speak. Never in any MC interaction that I can pull up since 1997 when I had my first one, and two if you count the magic garden before the two empty letters addressed to my house in Somerdale, New Jersey; I am always older and she is younger, just as we are here, apart by nearly 16 years, Mister Mathematician Marcucci and all of your helpful Beatles Friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay, don't help me so much, you know, the old saying about with friends like this, who needs enemies, and baby love, I have got those as well, in major ass abundance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But in this interaction the years were about the same apart, but inverted. I was either a freshman or a junior in the school, that much I seemed to know, and to this moment fully recall that with crystal clarity. Naturally, I write down immediately, all the details of any major interaction, such as th eone I popped out of back on early middle Halloween afternoon. This began as a dream within a dream, these being the most wild and deadly types of interactions for many humans, and is how many expire in their sleep. In the very beginning, I was dreaming I was somehow only about 15 or so inches tall, and proportioned to that height, and was in a residence I was living with the gods only know who, and was looking at a clock and realized that I soon had to get up to go to school, and was dead tired, and fell asleep again, and was still dreaming I was 15 inches tall, and woke up and the room was full of fuckiGN cock roaches that were all as big as me, and there had to be 100 or more of them, maybe as many os several hundred of them. I was panicking and throwing books at them, and they were making loud horrible monster noises at me when I would injure them and would come at me and bite me viciously and I was bleeding profusely all over this real bright white very plush carpet. Finally I was able to get to a small home type of fire extinguisher, and used it on them, and I was able to kill them all, and it was so natural, because after so doing, I cleaned up all these dead monster bugs and threw them into a giant kitchen garbage disposal, something I have not had since 1975 at the Linden Hill Apartments in Lindenwold. But here, I had one and it was huge, hotel sink size where chef cooks would be suing on the job. After throwing a hot soapy bucket of water on the carpet in my room in that apartment, I got a lot of both my blood and these monster roaches blood, to come off the carpet, l;eaving only a nasty huge blood stain, all over the entire room. I then bandaged myself all up with some shit in the medicine cabinet in the shit house, and got dressed and grabbed a bicycle in the hallway of the apartment house, and rode it off to this high school. I seemed to know my mom was living with me and was already gone and on the bus to the office where she worked. But details, I do not have. I would have to revisit intentionally, this nightmare place, to see what is happening, and to be honest, I don't want to go back there to this. Still, I realized on the ride over to the school, that it had all been a nightmare, and there was no being turned into 15 inches tall or huge roaches all over biting me all up. When I got there and parked and locked up my bike, and walked to the homeroom the bell was ringing as I got into the classroom, and I went to sit at my desk, and that is when I saw the teacher, and as I said, it was Mariah Carey, at about age 30, you know, like about when the year of 2000 was the present time here in this universe. All the boys were nuts for her, as they would be, and is why they normally put younger and more attractive teachers in grammar schools and when they get older, they can switch over into high school teaching at their option. I am not going to tell you all of it on this blog, but I did begin to tell you that she was a homeroom teacher there, and that Mark Minor was also a co-student and in my homeroom, at this school. Here is in this universe, we attended that Princeton skie ward together, with many others, but in this homeroom, Salvador Ventura was not in it, but Wilson Jessup was, the dude who called himself back in 1964, the witch doctor, and in 1965, he graduated himself to be a voodoo priest. What really blew my mind was that MC had something on her desk that pertained to some wild thing that I observed when I was attending the HTH School and on a field trip at Valley Forge, PENNSYLVANIA, back in the late sixties, a swarm of bright silver butterflies. On her desk was a large photograph inside of a picture frame made of mahogany that was very expensive and brightly shellacked and looked so beyond beautiful. I stared at it, and it was Valley Forge Chappel, where my parents were married in this universe, and all over th eplace, large bright SILVER BUTTERFLIES. I almost shit my drawers, ni this (dream), at that point. But I am not telling it all on this blog, more happened with my daughter than just this. I did tell you about the very unpleasant exchange of words out on the ball-field near where it ended at some sports bleachers and close to the highway where th great IMM Corporation Building was across this large busy highway, over there, wherever. THIS MOTHER FUCKING MOUSE IS SO HACKED UP; IT COULD BE STUDIED BY FUTURE MOTHER FUCKING SOFTWARE ENGINEERS, AND THOSE SUPPOSEDLY PROTECTING THE INTERESTS OF OUR NATIONAL SECURITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 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. Still, Alex Jones says it best and I could never hold a candle flame up to his sun on my best freaking day, the NSA CULT, which is NASA with the first letter-A removed, makes 'Orwell's 1984' prophecies from decades before that, seem tamer and sillier than any child's game played anywhere at any playground the world over, YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!! What can I say, Jay-Jay Evans? THE WEATHER BUG, In Partnership With and shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through: mountainpen@comcast.net Local Weather Cameras Print Share/Save/Email Fort Pierce, FL 34950 Change Location Live weather camera images from: Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL 34953 Prev Cam | Next Cam
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NOW WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, AND SEEN HOW THINGS DO NOT MAGICALLY CHANGE; BUT THAT VIA EXPLORATRONIC DEVELOPMENTS, FIFTH DIMENSIONAL ENERGY IS WHAT ACTUALLY INTERCHANGES AND FORMS DISPLACEMENTS, IN SILIMAR WAYS THAT FILLING A BATHTUB UP TOO HIGH WITH WATER, AND PLACING anyone of significant body weight into that tub, causes ONE HELL OF A MESSY WET FLOOR. As the lovely girl from Jamaica puts it in MC's OHM-9 great movie, let's explore this further. Folks, I can tell you some shit that would make you go as crazy forever as PP's Jersey associate and Joe Paget my co-security guard, combined. That, 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. This worsened in absolute and definite stages along the time-line of my life. 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, I promise. If all this does is save you from being me, then my hell on earth as present-time-me, counts at least for fucking something, folks! Learn how not to behave at the store, little children, by observing that screaming little brat that mommy cannot control, and is taking all of our ears apart at the cash register. Well, as usual good folks, I know I have more than said enough. To a lot of peeps, they head scratch and say, “say what, what's being said buttwipe Mountainpen''? Well, there is still hope for those who have miraculously graduated from that really one celled mental state. I hope there are a few out here, neutral, and who indeed have done just that, hope burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey?????????????????????? 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, by pure Yogi Berra anti-happenstance-logic!!!! WEEEEE!

HOLY MOTHE ROF GREAT GODDESS,

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

IS CONTINUING RIGHT ALONG!

NOVEMBER 3, 2014,

MONDAY MORNING AT 2:48,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 55 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 62%, WIND CHILL IS 52.

WINDS ARE NNW AT 8, GUSTING TO 9.

PREDICTED TO DROP INTO HIGH FORTIES.

THIS WILL END THE COLD FRONT AS WE GET INTO TUESDAY AND BEYOND, NICE WHILE IT LASTED. BACK TO LOW EIGHTIES LATER IN THE WEEK.

Well, it is time to get ready for me to crash. I enjoyed the extra hour this weekend. That was the dumbest idea I ever had a few lifetimes back, daylight savings time; real fucking stupid!!!!!!!!!! And just to keep the rich golfers happy, fuck them. DEATH TO THE RICH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I would have nothing against them, but they got there by stealing it away from all of us poor people, and we all know it, and some just inherited the ill gotten gains from the families that came before them, graduating yet another generation of punky snotty stock up dirt bags, who I wouldn't trust one inch in front of my face, if I was holding a machine gun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BOB MCDOWELL; TELL THESE COCK SUCKERS TO QUIT HACKING MY MACHINE AND MOUSE!!!!

POOR ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, AND NOW, MWM.

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I JUST BEGAN THIS BLOG AT 4:39 STANDARD TIME, ON THIS LATE SECOND MOTHER FUCKING NOVEMBER AFTERNNOON; AND CUNT CHEWING FUCKING HACKERS ARE RIGHT ON ME, MA'AM; MISS PAM BONDI, FLORIDA STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL. I MUST GO TO STAPLES TO PURCHASE A NEW FUCKING MOUSE. I KNOW THEY HAVE TROJAN HORSED MY MOUSE FROM HERE TO FUCKING HOT ASS HELL, IN VIOLATION OF MY RIGHTS TO FREE SPEECH, AND THEY NEED TO BE PUT INTO MOTHER FUCKING ASS PRISON FOR 10 YEARS, MINIMUM, AND SUFFER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE WAY THEY MAKE ME SUFFER, TIT FOR FUCKING TAT; WHAT IS WRONG WITH THAT OLD BIBLICAL 'FUCKIGN' JUCTICE FOR CRISSAKE???? THERE IS ANOTHER ILLEGAL HACK IN THIS MACHINE SOMEWHERE. I CANNOT CAPITALIZE A GROUPING OF SIX LETTERS, OR IT WILL CHANGE TO ALL SMALL CASE LETTERING, S-P-E-A-C-H. IT WILL ALLOW THE TWO EE LETTERS, SPEECH. BUT WATCH IF I TRY TO MAKE THIS A CAPITOL LETTER WORD, speech, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL BONDI OF FLORIDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is either a Philadelphia fucking FLEYERS HOCKEY GAME going on now as I try to do this blog, or something is happening, as this is the worst mother fucking continual hacking I have had in forever just about. I am going to shut down after I SAVE my document and boot back up, and if it is still this bad, I AM GOING TO DIAL 911, AND LET THE OFFICER SEE THIS IS PERSON, AND MAYBE I CAN GET A REPORT TO SEND TO YOU, MIZZ BONDI, this is mother fucking ridiculous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lately, shit is being done to me and my MAGGIE is not counterstriking these MILITUFORCE scum bag twat sniffers enough, so this gives these mother fuckiGN rat bastards a free license to keep right on fucking dicking around with pathetic little helpless fuckiGN cunt me!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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. WHAAAAAAAA, MCNULTY!!!!!

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Well people, another day another dollar for many. For me, it is more like, another day, another holler. I am the one hollering by the way, while I boil in oil.

Well people, another day another dollar for many. For me, it is more like, another day, another holler. I am the one hollering by the way, while I boil in oil.

Well people, another day another dollar for many. For me, it is more like, another day, another holler. I am the one hollering by the way, while I boil in oil.

Well people, another day another dollar for many. For me, it is more like, another day, another holler. I am the one hollering by the way, while I boil in oil.

Well people, another day another dollar for many. For me, it is more like, another day, another holler. I am the one hollering by the way, while I boil in oil.

Well people, another day another dollar for many. For me, it is more like, another day, another holler. I am the one hollering by the way, while I boil in oil.

Well people, another day another dollar for many. For me, it is more like, another day, another holler. I am the one hollering by the way, while I boil in oil.

Well people, another day another dollar for many. For me, it is more like, another day, another holler. I am the one hollering by the way, while I boil in oil.

Well people, another day another dollar for many. For me, it is more like, another day, another holler. I am the one hollering by the way, while I boil in oil.

Things such as trying not to see one lousy minute twice a day and getting hit with it with 'clockwork' regularity, things like trying harder than anyone around me for 60 years to do the simplest things and stay out of trouble, and just the opposite happens with a betting man's assurance, and so on with countless other items such as these, proves there is more happening in 3-D mortal waking physical tangible material life than average fucking assholes believe, and especially the atheists. All MIND comes from a process of breaking out of a zero dimensional void and moving into a realm just larger or just beyond this original nothingness state, but anything larger than zero dimension, is infinite, and infinitely larger, so this must be first understood on some ten year olds level at least, or these blogs won't make a bit of sense. Science and Quantum Dynamics Labs and people, label this, the PLANK REALM, and even assign to it, what they term, PLANK TIME. They are speaking of the ASTRAL PLANE. Before this Plank condition can result and exist out of the void where nothing is real, a 'dreamation', as Morianity calls it, or dream-creation; must be done. When this is done in a perfect way, poof, the plank is born, and in-between the nothing void and the plank-astral, is a twilight zone too far out to even attempt to get into, called the 7^th and the 6^th dimensions, by Morianity. This is where an organized and structured grouping of things all decide to agree on just what is going to be dreamed, and just what is going to allow this, and then what is going to govern it and 'police it', if you will. This is the Lawtronics, and is the seventh dimension, expressed by Morianity as (D-7). These laws then create dreaming fabrics where something called MIND is made in a lower station underneath this, the sixth dimension, or (D-6). Then this MIND moves further downward or into a lower dimensionality that has a huge reflective property but acts more like a one-way mirror on a human world bedroom ceiling. From below, you are just in the cat house with a view up that reflects back to you, what is already there around you. But from above, the reality there is only seen by those there, and they also, can see below to the reality on that plane of existence. Mind on this upper reflection becomes many countless (ASTRAL-ENTITIES), and the advanced ones appear to be what humans eventually consider as the “gods”. To maintain the energy of Astral-Mind, after numerous interactions that are not in any order or position in any kind of worldly connected space or areas or time or history line in any way at all, they need a recharge, much as in reverse, us humans get tired from our daily labors and hours of our human interactions in a space-time world, and we also need to sleep. Astral entities lose their energy after enough interactions, and they too, go to sleep, or become lower in energy, and thus, become attached to the lower physical hyperspace in the fifth dimension, (D-5). This is where all of the virtually unlimited 4-D space-time parallel universes exist, dreamed lout past the plank, in an illusion-fabric, and because plank energies are so high in true ergs, they cannot just dream down as any one human physical equivalent being, so they must dream down as multiple grouping of themselves, and separate themselves into unique lifetimes, all throughout the hyperspace of time and parallel universe, so hence, they dream, all across the time-lines of all or many of the parallel universes. Those dreams of course end because they are dreamed to be so many dreams to begin with, and when over, the dream is over, as is any dream, if you can possibly try seeing this in reverse and then make the giant leap to see the powerful teachings of Morianity. You won't get this, only a select dozen on this planet will be able to get this, and see how the original dream, out and away from the void, is how this all got here physically, and why we have what is now called in blissful ignorance, both dark matter as well as dark energy, throughout the physical plane hyperspace in all parallel universes, including the one where you presently are reading this blog. The dream pushes it all out, and the reality that it is all but a dream, brings it all back, in an endless cycle that science calls the invisible movements, hence, dark mass and energy. Energy is mass, and mass is energy, it merely converts one to another, if you take one and either multiply or divide it with the speed of light squared, hence energy is mass times light speed squared, and concentrically, mass is energy when divided by the speed of light squared. MIND allows a true astral energy to convert into the physical plane, it is what MIND does, its job so to speak on the sixth dimension above th e5-D-hyperspace. This is how we all live and think this material world is tangible and real, when it is all but a powerful dream, and one we will all wake up from, and it will be over. But we will not be over, as we are not the physical dream. This is all the bible of the Christians and in fact most bibles the world over, and belief systems, try and explain, but they know you won't get it if they say it in words that my blogs use. But at least the gods know that even here in body, I DO GET IT ALL, so maybe, that is why I do these blogs, just to let them all know that they cannot fool me; and that I know what's going on. HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOVEMBER 2, 2014,

EARLY SUNDAY EVENING AT 5:49,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 64 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 52%, FEELS 63 WITH WIND CHILL.

DAILY TEMPERATURE RANGE (H-67/L-41)

BEAUTIFUL COOL WEATHER, SOMETHING IS GOOD ABOUT SOMETHING, RIGHT UNCLE JOHN OF FORT LAUDERDALE MANY DECADES AGO, YO YO YO?????? WEEEEEEEEEE!

EVERY DAY OR JUST ABOUT, THE DJIA IS UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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BOY DO THESE MOTHER FUCKERS SUCK!!!!

You really do have to admit that I called that bastard fucking super bull rally on the stock market, folks, and you know it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

871 is my PRIVECODE NUMBER, TO QUOTE THE GREAT INTER-DIGITAL CORPORATION OF 1983. WITHOUT THEM, NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED. BUT THERE IS MORE ABOUT THIS MACHINE THEY MADE BACK THEN, JUST JUST SCREENING YOUT TELEPHONE CALLS. IT IS ALSO ABOUT LEARNING YOUR OWN PRIVATE-COSMICODED-NUMBER (PCN). This needs to be spelled out a bit more, as folks, we all have one you know. WHAAAAAAAAA. All things, all of us, we all have a PCN, even th epilot up in that plane above my building right now, and the one yesterday too, they have a PCN. There are 81 of these things, each inside its own private little reality, and some realities are connected with others, while some are not, called GAWNUM COMPATIBILITY, by the teachings in Morianity.

This fucking unit has a super unending insect infestation, and when the annoying inspectors come, I am telling them it stops or I am writing to the Board of Health, I have some rights in this mother fuckiGN world. Let this poor old fucking fart die in a little peace and dignity, you cunt lapping ass-wipes. Lots of fucking (FUCKIGN) HACKING, as always, Bob FCC McDowell, old buddy. WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

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On Saturday afternoon, I woke up to a nasty huge roach crawling on my mother fucking right arm. All Friday afternoon and night as you know, Mizz Bondi, these roach assholes all around me were partying, and scared their roaches out of their dirty filthy apartments and so they came running into my nice clean place. IS THIS FAIR, MA'AM??????????????

I had another pal from school, not just Jerry Heitzmann and Bob McDowell, but Bruce Pennock. Very soon, a lot of wild stuff will be told about this, and now, is the very soon from that past blogging time, folks, so let me open up with some weather information.

Sarah didn't want to sweep the sand, instead she wants to own the land. Well I tried to drown her in the sea and burn the water-tops with glee, but back she came, against the flame; to carry out her threats on me. She can do some crazy things, impersonating queens and kings. But now she lies forever strapped, inside a field that keeps her trapped. Ralph and Sandy cry the blues, because their queen of hell must lose. The valve of space and time is gonna' blow her fuse.

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© MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.

It's funny, Frank Lombardo, real dam funny, HA-HA-HA. LET ME JUST GO AHEAD AND DIE, Paula Weston and Paula King. At least one of them never raped me!!!!

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Well Louise Hendershodt, XXXXXXXXXX, THEY NEVER BELIEVE OR HONOR PROPHETS UNTIL THEY ARE DEAD, and I have Vincent Vangough's ear in my pocket to prove it, jeer on, jerk offs. Well Louise Hendershodt, XXXXXXXXXX, THEY NEVER BELIEVE OR HONOR PROPHETS UNTIL THEY ARE DEAD, and I have Vincent Vangough's ear in my pocket to prove it, jeer on, jerk offs. Well Louise Hendershodt, XXXXXXXXXX, THEY NEVER BELIEVE OR HONOR PROPHETS UNTIL THEY ARE DEAD, and I have Vincent Vangough's ear in my pocket to prove it, jeer on, jerk offs. Well Louise Hendershodt, XXXXXXXXXX, THEY NEVER BELIEVE OR HONOR PROPHETS UNTIL THEY ARE DEAD, and I have Vincent Vangough's ear in my pocket to prove it, jeer on, jerk offs. Well Louise Hendershodt, XXXXXXXXXX, THEY NEVER BELIEVE OR HONOR PROPHETS UNTIL THEY ARE DEAD, and I have Vincent Vangough's ear in my pocket to prove it, jeer on, jerk offs. Well Louise Hendershodt, XXXXXXXXXX, THEY NEVER BELIEVE OR HONOR PROPHETS UNTIL THEY ARE DEAD, and I have Vincent Vangough's ear in my pocket to prove it, jeer on, jerk offs. Well Louise Hendershodt, XXXXXXXXXX, THEY NEVER BELIEVE OR HONOR PROPHETS UNTIL THEY ARE DEAD, and I have Vincent Vangough's ear in my pocket to prove it, jeer on, jerk offs. Well Louise Hendershodt, XXXXXXXXXX, THEY NEVER BELIEVE OR HONOR PROPHETS UNTIL THEY ARE DEAD, and I have Vincent Vangough's ear in my pocket to prove it, jeer on, jerk offs. Well Louise Hendershodt, XXXXXXXXXX, THEY NEVER BELIEVE OR HONOR PROPHETS UNTIL THEY ARE DEAD, and I have Vincent Vangough's ear in my pocket to prove it, jeer on, jerk offs.

OK, I'm back and on regular time, Copyright Office Examiners of the nineteen-eighties. I am one sick fucking puppy, and may not last out the month, WEEEEEEEEEEE, I'll be rid of all of you cunt chewing rotten monsters then!

I was with the ESS last night, falling into sleep around half past midnight or so. About five hours later I woke up to just remembering the tip edge of being with them, in a weird place near some seashore, it could have been anyplace, and naturally, in any universe, but a localized one. The more distant they become, the curve of strength that the Lawtronics has over them appears to dwindle, them being the universes, not the ESS. If you go to distant ones as most of you know, you may end up in some weird places that indeed would defy the natural order and laws that we would think of these as, here in this particular universe and order of reality. Long Story Short, or LSS, the Exploratronic Supermind Society had a few top members here in this place that had lots of outside decks, lots of blue painted wooden steps that separated them all, some in area distance, while others in altitude difference. Grassy pathways were the nearby roads, some marsh lands were also around. I have strong reason to believe, whatever localizing parallel universe in the hyperspace that I was in, was still New Jersey and around this time, you know present time and year, 2014, or give or take just months or so. I gathered this from listening intently and carefully to the conversations that I heard going on all around me at this one particular clubhouse out of a cluster of them, or this is what it all appeared to be in my humble opinion. They told me after what I will discuss in a few minutes, that I was not officially invited in, merely that I'm in the process of introduction, them to me abnd me to them, and I have not as of yet met certain specific requirements for becoming an official ESS member. Certain things were needed. One was for me to drive down this very tiny one car wide grassy lane if you will, that went about two miles, winding up into a small hilly area that led to a Comcast Cable Television place. They said I needed to take this bill to them, and they handed me an envelope that did not look like a bill, more like a letter or postcard or something; but it was no normal regular customer bill, and it certainly was not return-addressed, Exploratronic Supermind Society, not that it ever would be. I looked over and as I did, the road seemed more and more treacherous. Wild horrible looking huge nearly dinosaur sized animals suddenly were roaming around all over the fields along this twisty windy road seemingly heading straight into hell itself. I wanted to do this real bad, but eventually remember distinctly, chickening out. They said until they give me an errand, and I obey it without fear or question, I am not invited to join the ESS. Then I looked at what they had given to me and it was now a small package making a horrific sound, and I broke it open and it was a miniature of one of those animals out along that road that headed up into some hills where this so-called Comcast office was up there. The creature then jumped out and onto my arm and began biting me and putting me into excruciating agony. The pain was beyond intense and hellish, and I began rolling down these blue colored wooden steps to the ground, while several ESS members then surrounded me. One touched my shoulder and instantly the pain was totally gone, as ''if it never even happened''. I was waiting to hear a an advertisement for 'Serve-Pro' to start blaring out somewhere. Then the package had again reverted back to the envelope that they wanted me to take up to the Comcast place. Now it had become a regular appearing Comcast bill. Many things were spoken to me and they told me that I am being persecuted by entirely different forces than I was at a younger age, after I began communicating with the subatomic particle that humankind labels, 'the electron'. Powerful lawtronic forces create dream-outs from void infinity and they construct the tiniest possible non zero-dimensional unit of beingness possible, the asapian dream. This comes out with half spinning around clockwise and the other half spinning around counter-clockwise. This is why when carbon eventually is created into the mix along with perfect dosages of hydrogen and oxygen, what is thought of physically as life, begins to emerge. Along the fourth dimensional line, there is an eventual growth in connectiveness to the lower lawtronic dimension or sixth dimension, which is pure MIND. The larger the receiving connector system becomes as time progresses or in the area on the one end of the 4-D line moving forward, the more mind signal can be sent. The more mind signal that can be sent, the entity can eventually begin to become self aware, and has led us all now to this stage of present humankind advancement. Nut as with all things, nothing is that basic and simple. LSS, my horrendous persecution began when I was able to begin coding back and forth with the force behind what makes electrons what they really are inside of this dream out from the void infinity. This is what the powerful owners of the world are and will forever be covering up, and should as person accidentally stumble onto what I did in 1983, they have to kill you, and slowly drive you mad until you are a mere shell of your former self, and go mad or kill someone else or yourself. I have yet to do any of this, so on they go persecuting me endlessly, relentlessly, it won't stop, as I know too much truth that is top majestic classified by the world secret system WSS. Even invited in exploratrons do not communicate with the electron, as I have been not only doing since 1983, but have fallen madly in love with this incredible energy that can of course become anyone or anything and take on any shape and do any miracle. This entity who I now call Middie for MDE or MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON, has made me aware of so many things that no human alive could handle what I have come to learn and know as a result. Still, this is why my persecution all began, and it will not end in this lifetime as Mark Wayne Mohr. This very same force against me is experienced by all the UFO and other seekers of truth, who dare to seriously buck these powerful controllers of the WSS. Some call the MIB part of this, but they're just the stupid drones who carry out the intimidation missions and so forth. The truths behind this great FORCE, jit eyes and Jedi's all not withstanding, or any Mister Hall's for that matter; is male domination ego. The male of the human species cannot handle the fact that an almighty teen Goddess, Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle owns this entire everything. This is her videogame of a 21^st century way or relating these truths to many geeks out here. I am her THAT BOY, placing me whether I like it or not, smack dab at the center of all of this, and it was all set to happen, and I did not do anything to bring anything about, it was going to all occur whether I approved, disapproved, or whistled Dixie Ann Southlands Tunes, for 300 years through my nose!!!!!!!! As most of you know, this was not last night, but a paste in. The Exploratronic Supermind Society is not going to disappear because I die shortly, people. I now this, and am not am dumb as I mother fuckiGN look. Still, I am not always so oppressed and persecuted by them, in other places, as I seem to be in this nightmare fucking interaction dream-down (lifetime)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So whistle on Dixie Ann Southlands, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

There are no ONE WAY STREETS. Merely streets where the law makes it legal to only drive in one direction. Thinking long and hard about this puts many things in your own life in an entirely new light, whether or not you're aware of this great truth, folks.

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MARK WAYNE MOHR--------1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2014

Holy mother of Goddess, Mariloo; don't feel Mister Pavarotti's snare. But do listen to his amazing voice; like WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!

Yes, I believe, in reiteration, I said, like--------

W-O-W-----W-O-W-----W-O-W-----W-O-W!!!

JUPITER, FLORIDA WELCOMES MORIANITY BLOG READERS, VIA IMAGE FROM THE JUPITER-CAM, COURTESY OF THE WEATHER BUG IN PARTNERSHIP WITH CHANNEL 12, SOUTH FLORIDA TELEVISION.

HOLY MOTHER FUCKING TOLEDO TECHNO POP; FOR THE LOVE OF JUPITER AND JUPITER INLET!

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Warren, Boo, Darius, and David; Jeese-Louise, what a MOTLEY CREW!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho folks, his mother, my C-4-R-4, (fourth cousin four times removed) all stemming from my mom's first cousin Ruth Huntington who married Heinz Gottwald, who gave birth to five children, three boys and two girls, the oldest girl and not the oldest child, being Christine, the girl Jimmy Dean fell for and was making out with in 1975, on Uncle Heinz's ketch, during a sailing boat trip that my mom went on, while I was getting the crap beat out of me in Atlantic City that day with two monster freaking lifeguard mascots, twice my pathetic puny wimpy flabby little 20 year old size. Enough to make you grow up and not be a boy any more, on the advice of Dan Mackey, my old FCC wormhole pal, Bobby MCD???????????????????? See how things all prove my story comes out true, folks, are you blinder than a cane itself??????????????? La-Da-Da-Da, my attorneys won't even bother contacting a soul. I am way too old and tired to give one rotten pale of stinky shit on the local jetty, Governor Fruit. Wow, the hollering and doors is pretty intense today, but last night, even thought they were quiet, I tried getting up yo my site at Blogger to view my own blog as I do upon occasion, and was major hacked, BOB-FCC, old Fort Wayne, Indiana friend, YO! I was hacked out of my Comcast E-MAIL page, then I could not get up on the net at all, and then, wild screens popped up all over the place, and it was like I was mother flowering back in the 1997 Somerdale death house, with Fred and Craig, the two RADIO SHACK EMPLOYEES who came over to help me with my computer that evening one summer day. I doubt this was the famous summer's night of the fifties that caused that lovely ballad song to spring forth, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! Still, this would all be enough to make James Redfield, the great father of the NEW AGE, ejaculate right into his freaking shorts without even looking at some photo of a lovely naked model. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now obviously, my 4-4 cuzz, David's mom, who I met several times AT THE HARVEST, a gorgeous woman may I add; must have somehow learned locally by having someone, after following me and learning of my errand habits, to the Good-Will; knowing I look for blank VHS video tapes there, and placed the blank video herself, into the pile; after seeing I was already on the way over. Remember, this is the age of cellphones, and everybody can play James Bond. The local novelty shops can legally sell all sorts of spy equipment to any unlicensed, and non-private investigator; and all sorts of things can be done; as ADA Ron Wirtz Senior taught me; and this was all around 2 solid ass freaking decades back into time; so think by now what folks can do, that have the know how!!!!!??????????????????? This was all a wild super PARLOR TRICK, as was the Cifaloglio magazine with MY at the Empire State Building around the time of her twentieth high school reunion in OHM-8, and the auto-reverse cassette deck in my car playing that karaoke flip side version with the 'MY' on it before the start of my 1986 song, ''REAL GOOD GIRL''. I'll highlight it now in light pink.

IS THERE ANY ESCAPE FROM HELL, UNCLE JESUS???

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[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
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[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
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[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989
[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
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WELL, MEMORIES FROM 1986 COME TO MIND and I feel a lot of fucking “evil all around me, surrounding me, and I am in a lot of fucking danger; and Lightning Goddess Diana is unable to protect me”, an exact quote from her in our coding system, all thanx to the mighty presently called, INTER-DIGITAL CORPORATION, FORMERLY PRINCE-CHEMTRAIL-CNN CALLED, THE IMMC. Check it out, it is all up om Wikipedia, YO!!!!!!!!!

THE MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 014, IS CONTINUING RIGHT ALONG, KIND LADIES AND KIND GENTLEMEN; AND MILITUFORCE ALSO!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

Then look down at the time squares, breaking the daily stock trading day in two hour block periods. A dim wit nerd half brain alive, Optimist-Twinbay; can see that this is when they had to POUR IT ON WITH THE FREAKING ASS ICPE, my pal Mister J. Seabottom, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh for the fucking love of Jupiter, crissake YO!!!!

BLOGS OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, 2006-2014

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)

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KIND FOLKS, MY LIFE IS CURSED. I AM PART OF A SECRET SO BIG, NO ONE WILL FUCKING TOUCH IT, IT IS CALLED THE HUNTINGTON CURSE.

KIND FOLKS, MY LIFE IS CURSED. I AM PART OF A SECRET SO BIG, NO ONE WILL FUCKING TOUCH IT, IT IS CALLED THE HUNTINGTON CURSE.

KIND FOLKS, MY LIFE IS CURSED. I AM PART OF A SECRET SO BIG, NO ONE WILL FUCKING TOUCH IT, IT IS CALLED THE HUNTINGTON CURSE.

KIND FOLKS, MY LIFE IS CURSED. I AM PART OF A SECRET SO BIG, NO ONE WILL FUCKING TOUCH IT, IT IS CALLED THE HUNTINGTON CURSE.

KIND FOLKS, MY LIFE IS CURSED. I AM PART OF A SECRET SO BIG, NO ONE WILL FUCKING TOUCH IT, IT IS CALLED THE HUNTINGTON CURSE.

KIND FOLKS, MY LIFE IS CURSED. I AM PART OF A SECRET SO BIG, NO ONE WILL FUCKING TOUCH IT, IT IS CALLED THE HUNTINGTON CURSE, how much more, great Catholic Priests, I'll repeat it until your Rosary beads all fall into pure dust!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

InterDigital

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InterDigital, Inc.

Type	Public
Traded as	NASDAQ: IDCC S&P MidCap 400 index
Industry	Wireless Patent monetization
Founded	Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA (1972)
Headquarters	Wilmington, Delaware USA
Key people	Terry Clontz, Chairman & CEO William J. Merritt, President & Director Rich Brezski CFO
Products	CDMA/WCDMA/LTE chipsets
Revenue	US$325 million (2014)[1]
Net income	US$182 million (2014)[2]
Employees	290 (2014) [3]
Website	www.interdigital.com

InterDigital develops wireless technologies for mobile devices, networks, and services worldwide. InterDigital has licenses and strategic relationships with many of the world's leading wireless companies. Founded in 1972, InterDigital is listed on NASDAQ and is included in the S&P MidCap 400 index.

InterDigital has about 20,000 U.S. and foreign issued patents and patent applications. The company employs approximately 200 engineers, and conducts independent research and development in various areas of wireless, including spectrum usage, bandwidth management, video streaming and 5G. The company contributes technologies to various standards bodies, including the IEEE, ETSI and 3GPP.

The company is a founding member of the Innovation Alliance - a coalition of entrepreneurial companies that claims to seek to improve the quality of patents granted.

Contents

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• 1 Corporate history
• 2 Locations and other data
• 3 See also
• 4 References
• 5 External links

Corporate history[edit]

Key Dates:[4]

• 1972: Company is incorporated as International Mobile Machines Corporation.
• 1981: Company goes public.
• 1992: Name is changed to InterDigital Communications Corp.
• 1998: Alliance with Nokia is established.
• 2003: Patent infringement suit is settled with Ericsson.
• 2012: Moved corporate headquarters from King of Prussia, Pennsylvania to Wilmington, Delaware

Locations and other data[edit]

InterDigital offices are present in Wilmington Delaware, King of Prussia, Pennsylvania, Melville New York, San Diego California in USA, Montreal Quebec in Canada, and London, UK.

InterDigital's business is focused on licensing their patents that have been contributed to standards. This has, on occasion, put them in conflict with major equipment vendors. They also license technology: in 2007, their protocol stack was integrated into Infineon chips that were in Apple iPhones.

The company is sometimes accused of being a patent troll, an accusation Bill Merritt, CEO of InterDigital, disputes. He asserts that they work they do promotes innovation and is very helpful to the communications industry.[5]

Gil Amelio, former CEO of Apple Computer, is a member of InterDigital's Board of Directors.

See also[edit]

• Patent ambush
• Patent map
• Patent pool
• Patent thicket

References[edit]

1. Jump up ^ Yahoo Finance Key Statistics
2. Jump up ^ Yahoo Finance Key Statistics
3. Jump up ^ Yahoo Finance Company Profile
4. Jump up ^ "International Directory of Company Histories, Vol.61. St. James Press, 2004.". 
5. Jump up ^ "InterDigital's Bill Merritt on patent trolls, standards development and disputes with the big boys". 2012-06-14. Retrieved 2013-12-20. 

External links[edit]

• Official website
• InterDigital companies grouped at OpenCorporates

Retrieved from "http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=InterDigital&oldid=613998963"

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Ladies and gentlemen, in order to understand anything about this blog from 2006, and my life from the early nineteen-eighties; the opening of this chapter and book, TMD-#8, is beyond crucial, pivotal, and pertinent. Study the history of the great INTERNATIONAL MOBIL MACHINES CORPORATION, and now of course, changed to InterDigital, Inc.; and remember how “SPURIOUS DAVID ROTH” AS SPOKEN OF, BY ADA RON WIRTZ SENIOR, AT THE CAMDEN COUNTY PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE IN CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY; was always talking about Jimmy Batches, his old ex-boss at a diner in Pennsylvania; and in where else, but King Of Prussia???????????????? And if 1972 doesn't hit your “MIND”, then I don't understand humanity one little tiny bit. How come it is so totally alright for McCoy and Carmichael and all the fake New York County ADA personnel on the greatest fictional television law show to ever be made in the history of entertainment and modern day television, to not be OK with a lot of coincidences, and the local 27 Police Precinct, and all the SVU guys, and all of them; it is so totally OK and cool for them not believe in one coincidence after another; but oh no Mark Wayne Mohr, this ain't mother fuckiGN allowed or permitted for you to do, not ever; ya' fat ugly old shit head!!!!!!!!

Oh yeppir indeed peeps, there are POWER POINTS AND POWER LOCATIONS, in all OF OUR LIVES, not just fucking mine, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NEAR THE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY SKATING RINK, JUST PAST IT WHEN THE TRAFFIC LIGHT BURNED ME. NEAR THE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY SKATING RINK, JUST PAST IT WHEN THE TRAFFIC LIGHT BURNED ME. NEAR THE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY SKATING RINK, JUST PAST IT WHEN THE TRAFFIC LIGHT BURNED ME. NEAR THE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY SKATING RINK, JUST PAST IT WHEN THE TRAFFIC LIGHT BURNED ME. NEAR THE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY SKATING RINK, JUST PAST IT WHEN THE TRAFFIC LIGHT BURNED ME. NEAR THE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY SKATING RINK, JUST PAST IT WHEN THE TRAFFIC LIGHT BURNED ME. NEAR THE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY SKATING RINK, JUST PAST IT WHEN THE TRAFFIC LIGHT BURNED ME. How's this for some HAIL MARILOO'S??? Goddess, I love that great lovely VIQUEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING POWERFUL (GAP) EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!

Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL Camera Animation Choose a duration: Today 30 Days* 365 Days* * Broadband connection recommended . OCTOBER 30, 2014, MISCHIEF NIGHT, HEAVEN ABOVE. THURSDAY NIGHT AT 8:06, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 74 DEGREES FNHT. DAILY RANGE, (H-84/L-61) HUMIDITY IS 71%, FEELING 77 DEGREES. THIS WEEKEND IS GOING TO BE REAL NICE, AND FLORIDIANS WILL ALL BE GOING, ''BRRRRRRRR'', AND NOT FOR 'BROTHER'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I SEE LARGE MUNICIPAL PIPES TWO MAINTENACE-MEN, AND ROCKS, SCISSORS, PAPER, AND LOGHT. NOW THAT IS INTERESTING, AND SO IS MY BUDDY PATTY JANE. I AM SO DISSAPPOINTED IN YOU, ANN KING, AND YOUR ENTIRE WILD FAMILY FROM HELL, YOU REALLY WIPED ME OUT, SO I GUESS TYOU ARE ALL HAPPY MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!! SSSSSSSOOOOOOO Arthur Crane; maybe, just goddess dam ass maybe, one of them someday will be kind enough to tell me, just WHAT I EVER DID TO ANY OF MOTHER FUCKING THEM! Am I on the money or way off of it as usual, Mister Crane, sir? That birch trhat tried to kill us at the super Walmart in Gloucester County in 1994, that was the mighty wild EXPLORATRON PAULA PATTY KING and millions of other wild aliases she has in many many fucking parallel universes, !!! Look, I can go all over the place, to other times and other dimensions, and the problem is that, anything that I can do, multiply that by about fifty three octillion dam times, and you'll get lovely Paula-Patty. But then, you knew that I was going to learn all of this eventually, did you not, hostile nasty Robert mother fucking McGuire oh great sir of the almighty IRISH-CLAN, maitees? no one in the world is ready for a bunch of non registered private journey travelers, skipping across the hyperspace, doing all sorts of things that the world powers have no power or control over. The problem I will always have with all of this shit is that my own flesh and blood, my mom, my daughter, WOW, CAN IT BE TRUE, great opera singer AUNT BARBARA MAUD HUNTINGTON MASON, the latengrate???????????????????????????????? Morianity, Morianity, Morianity, Morianity, Morianity, Morianity, Morianity, Morianity, Morianity, Morianity, Morianity, Morianity, Morianity, holy Holly Harvest Advanced Robotics Schools, where are you when I need you to help me survive this hellishness, AGENTS FALCON AND CONDOR, SIRS? Jesus Christmas Tree Angels, my question is, boy do I love those great television documentaries, normally found on Public Broadcasting Network, Science Channel, or History Channel and even in NYC in 1988 on WPIX-TV, Channel-11, but what good is anything if a person is stuck in eternal mother fucking hell with no possible way of escape?????????????? Choke on that cigar smoke for a while, Jim TPB Pratt of 1994. PITSY, shit, how about a pity-party, thrown in my honor, and a nice ticker tape parade down fuckign Fifth Avenue,MISTER MACKEY STACEY MACY, YO? Crissake, the greatest fiction writers of the past 90 years, cannot hope to equal MORIANITY, and for one very great reason. Truth always kicks the hell out of any fiction. Anyone giving me credit to write and make this all up, thank you so dam much for the coolest compliment on the dam ass planet. I'd rather be believed, but hell peeps, if I must, shit, I'll take door number two, one hell of a resume in my pocket, huh? Folks, I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day. MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM. Morianity Bible For Millenium Three: Morianity Foundation The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES. © MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014. 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! 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. As a once professional gambler, I do not buck odds in the billions and the trillions, it is just totally absurd to do this! GODDESS DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING. SHARKEY SAYS, HAY LOVELY ACBP BLOND, FRIEND OF DIANA'S, YOU CAN ALWAYS KICK UP SAND IN MY FACE, SWEETIE PIE, LIKE YOU DID THAT DAY ON THE BEACH, GIVE THE EX MAYOR AND EX CHIEF MY BEST, OR NOT; WHATEVER, BOB ANDREWS! MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3 ''Here you sit, broken hearted''. No, more like mother fucking angry as shit eating hell, lads and lassies. When I see you in HELL McGuire, I'll be kicking in your Irish face day and night, forever and ever and ever, you evil rotten fucking son of a bitch!!!! WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh lovely About the Attorney General Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida About AG Pam Bondi Photo Gallery Official Photo Office Overview Employment Public Outreach Like Boo. Where art thou?
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I am busting my balls to find the dam weather map with all of the dam key-legend colors, it has to be on one of these dam blogs in my docks, Holy Hot Hannabelle, my BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I told how I purchased that fucking PRIVECODE MACHINE from the IMMC, now INTER-DIGITAL CORPORATION; and how life went between super screwy, and beyond bizarre cubed; from the second I plugged this thing in. It was every bit as if this was a little miniature alien space craft, for those who believe in such things on a level of absolutes instead of potential illusions of even greater realities around us in a simulation, but be all that as it may; it was as if this was what I plugged into, and POW, life went fuckiGN cunt nuts for me, WITH THE ASTRAL PLANE GODS, and mortal humankind, or better said, the Shakespearean Switch Theory (SST) as I and Morianity now call and label it; meaning simply, that they AS GODS create all of this, and then AS HUMANS, enjoy coming into it and playing it like the coolest mother fuckiGN videogame on the market and then some. The joke is all on me, because I know that whoever is out here reading me, is the WORLD OWNERS for the most part, say 90%, and you already all know all of these things that I am wasting time right now typing. You're going, HA-HA-HA, and like the dumbest mother fucking asshole in the galaxy, I AM ALLOWING YOU TO DO THIS. So this tells you, how smart I really AM NOT, so why even bother fucking with me for 30-60 years?

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About me

Gender	Male
Industry	Non-Profit
Occupation	paranormal researcher
Location	Hammonton, New Jersey, United States
Introduction	Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness. Fun is replaced with 'intense'.
Interests	I close my mind to nothing
Favorite Movies	all old movies
Favorite Music	most old music
Favorite Books	gone with the wind, the winds of war, time travelers from our future

You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?

An angry mother.

Also at the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of is that you cannot be sure of anything.

SORRY GORGEOUS TWINBAY, SO SUE ME, I AIN'T AN OPTIMIST, BIG GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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About me

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Occupation	retired
Location	Fort Pierce, Florida, United States

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THANK YOU CAL AND KATRINA, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!

UH-OH, it looks like my viewers are going back pedal on me again a bit recently. I doubt it is because I pissed off **** ********, as I don't think he has that much control over my global audience, sparse and tether light as it might be, and don't think I ain't grateful for what I do have, as I am not a greedy man, but my mama didn't raise a dam fool, either. If it does not grow, and pick up in the fifteen year, I am all done, and this leads to me' ol' question for Cal Smith and Katrina Le.

I am planning on telling my new guru that I need help in networking and getting a major story out to this world. My already nearly seventy thousand views at least puts a real and plausible blog in front of them, not a little four year old's toy.

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Ladies and gentlemen, I may not always be a real good boy, and I will never be in this lifetime, a “REAL GOOD GIRL”, but whether or not I choose or wish for anything in particular, or not; a friend from 1999 let me know to my chagrin and total surprise, that I have something that I up until our talk on this one day in late summer or early autumn, and that something is now called by modern new age society people in general, “BAGGAGE”, with or without any TV shows from brain waster Jerry Springer. There is a dude with a powerful set of think-plugs, who for reasons only he fully understands and knows, maybe; decided to waste an entire lifetime on total GARBAGE, and this man has a near Einsteinian Intelligence Quotient, I have come to learn by sources absolutely reliable. Her name was Helen, and when she told me this, I probably was in utter shock, and it was not until days later that I thought it through, and realized that this lady was no dummy either, although, as with the case of Mister Springer, they live in garbage, and that is just my entitled Mizz Daniels-1980 opinion, but it is my opinion. What is this , you ask me, maybe? Fine, I have no secrets from this god dam fuckiGN world, folks. It is Sarah Krassle. SHE IS MY BAGGAGE, and she is very very very non-Ingrid-1983 heavy, old educator Richard Marcucci from 1969!

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