ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION B4
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is a whittle CAP job that will be further talked about very soon!
Morianity Foundation
This
foundation is the invention of a man who has been the victim of
terrible harrasment for many years, from powerful high profile
people that ruined his life. It is his sincere desire to someday
have a place where people such as myself, can come to to assist
them from any and all persecutions from anyone or group, all within
the laws of the United States and the world.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
TO
WHOM IT MAY CONCERN---FROM THE HEAD MORIAN
March 20, 2K7, Tuesday
Well, I have, as always, lots and lots of things 2 tell. Message from the GIANTPUSSYS CLUB:
U all impress me like a ton of loose goose smells. I have the ability 2 just think your heart stopping, and it will. Ask the Mayor of AC, NJ, and his LG pals, if I cannot think and move. I try 2 do nice things 4 people, and all I ever get back is shit. Kemtrails all over me every single day, never ending Milituforce Otammscum non-stop planes, choppers, trails, and loud road sounds. All through March of oh-seven, this is in all honesty the worst Wirtz siege I have ever been put through since December of 1991, when I remember telling the Camden County Prosecutor, one of the men supposedly working my case, Mr. Ron Wirtz, that I have not had a single day all month without pure horrific and endless hell. I told him that I would take things into my own hands if necessary, and he said over my CIA/NSA/BFA bugged up telephone, exactly what U hear Jack McCoy on L&O say, to the parents of the New York high school, not HYPERSPACE, on the school shooting episode, that I had 2B careful of my choice of words, that he is an officer of the court and that talk like this would cause him 2 have to bring the bracelets over and get me, just as when McCoy said “talk like this could get U into a world of trouble”, and it is just that sample. Not at all intricate nor complex, very totally sample.
Message to the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL [GMC]:
Put all the giant slutty Paula and Sarah lookalikes U want around me, it impresses me like tons of elephant snot, mixed with snake venom, and a pinch of monkey happiness. Paula and I were talking about some wild crap when she told me that she nearly had the baby in the taxi cab, and was crying in pain at 1802, after my mom left and drove somewhere, she has a drivers license and is much younger in that part of the great HS. I told U that U did not look a day older than when I last saw U, and that included in my part of hyperspace on the early afternoon of 12 July in 1977, 27 years after last seeing U and all of Sarah-Stacey’s other friends on the public New Jersey Transit bus, in the Atlantic City terminal, on Arkansas Avenue, where it was located at that time. Paula, I know the big secret of both your baby and Sarah’s baby, and Y she never had others. After what she did, that wasn’t bad enough, I should have had a say in the taking of my own kids life. McGuire has no other reason 4 all this hostility if this is not what occurred. It is not like I marched into his cruddy bar just over a decade ago and told him he is a rotten no good ansectrallite, his whiskey sucks, and his daddy was a shit head. I went in there all nice and he acted like the world had just come to an end. So after my brutal rape, can there really B more than one conclusion 4 me 2 draw? Obviously, I stirred up quite a dern hornets nest when I came back on the soon looking 4 ‘my’ Sarah. My mother went behind my back with the algebra deal, the sending me to summer school at Lower Merion High, in Narberth, PAUSAESMWG, leading to her Faith/Church Farm School deal in Exton, PAUSAESMWG. I did not ask for one dern bit of any of this crap. Forces as I speak R trying 2 totally end my miserable fucking life, and I will not stand idly by and let them, I am not going anywhere, nor making any changes. U can all go screw yourselves. Soon, my lightning will B around a lot more, and you’ll all B sorry. I have asked her 2 hit some filthy enemies, and she will. Hopefully someday, she will ground through me and end my miserable hellish interaction here.
Message to Gordo: What U told me about the stock options, and other things, I will check into all of it and C what part of all of this can B done in this location of HS. As U many or may not B aware of, there R so many universes in the 5th dimension, that any one could buy any number on a mega jack pot or power ball lottery, and take it to the correct universe, and it will match the winning ticket. The real trick is beyond worrying about material crap. If I can get into the 6th dimension, all of my thoughts as well as Stacey’s, all of them, exist there in their true and pure form.
March 20, 2K7, Tuesday
Well, I have, as always, lots and lots of things 2 tell. Message from the GIANTPUSSYS CLUB:
U all impress me like a ton of loose goose smells. I have the ability 2 just think your heart stopping, and it will. Ask the Mayor of AC, NJ, and his LG pals, if I cannot think and move. I try 2 do nice things 4 people, and all I ever get back is shit. Kemtrails all over me every single day, never ending Milituforce Otammscum non-stop planes, choppers, trails, and loud road sounds. All through March of oh-seven, this is in all honesty the worst Wirtz siege I have ever been put through since December of 1991, when I remember telling the Camden County Prosecutor, one of the men supposedly working my case, Mr. Ron Wirtz, that I have not had a single day all month without pure horrific and endless hell. I told him that I would take things into my own hands if necessary, and he said over my CIA/NSA/BFA bugged up telephone, exactly what U hear Jack McCoy on L&O say, to the parents of the New York high school, not HYPERSPACE, on the school shooting episode, that I had 2B careful of my choice of words, that he is an officer of the court and that talk like this would cause him 2 have to bring the bracelets over and get me, just as when McCoy said “talk like this could get U into a world of trouble”, and it is just that sample. Not at all intricate nor complex, very totally sample.
Message to the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL [GMC]:
Put all the giant slutty Paula and Sarah lookalikes U want around me, it impresses me like tons of elephant snot, mixed with snake venom, and a pinch of monkey happiness. Paula and I were talking about some wild crap when she told me that she nearly had the baby in the taxi cab, and was crying in pain at 1802, after my mom left and drove somewhere, she has a drivers license and is much younger in that part of the great HS. I told U that U did not look a day older than when I last saw U, and that included in my part of hyperspace on the early afternoon of 12 July in 1977, 27 years after last seeing U and all of Sarah-Stacey’s other friends on the public New Jersey Transit bus, in the Atlantic City terminal, on Arkansas Avenue, where it was located at that time. Paula, I know the big secret of both your baby and Sarah’s baby, and Y she never had others. After what she did, that wasn’t bad enough, I should have had a say in the taking of my own kids life. McGuire has no other reason 4 all this hostility if this is not what occurred. It is not like I marched into his cruddy bar just over a decade ago and told him he is a rotten no good ansectrallite, his whiskey sucks, and his daddy was a shit head. I went in there all nice and he acted like the world had just come to an end. So after my brutal rape, can there really B more than one conclusion 4 me 2 draw? Obviously, I stirred up quite a dern hornets nest when I came back on the soon looking 4 ‘my’ Sarah. My mother went behind my back with the algebra deal, the sending me to summer school at Lower Merion High, in Narberth, PAUSAESMWG, leading to her Faith/Church Farm School deal in Exton, PAUSAESMWG. I did not ask for one dern bit of any of this crap. Forces as I speak R trying 2 totally end my miserable fucking life, and I will not stand idly by and let them, I am not going anywhere, nor making any changes. U can all go screw yourselves. Soon, my lightning will B around a lot more, and you’ll all B sorry. I have asked her 2 hit some filthy enemies, and she will. Hopefully someday, she will ground through me and end my miserable hellish interaction here.
Message to Gordo: What U told me about the stock options, and other things, I will check into all of it and C what part of all of this can B done in this location of HS. As U many or may not B aware of, there R so many universes in the 5th dimension, that any one could buy any number on a mega jack pot or power ball lottery, and take it to the correct universe, and it will match the winning ticket. The real trick is beyond worrying about material crap. If I can get into the 6th dimension, all of my thoughts as well as Stacey’s, all of them, exist there in their true and pure form.
Message to the 6th dimension and machine mind:
I want major earthquakes, volcanoes, twisters, lightning storms, floods, fires, wars, pestilence, and all forms of vibratory unrest and scramble 2 occur. I want this miserable hell 2 end. I want an end 2 all of this shit. I want Shorty MacInvondi, Professor Theodore T. Jackson, and all other 4th phase entities that have influenced me 2 create them in the fifth dimensional HS and let them exist in their third phase of reality, to get what they all deserve, An eye 4 an eye, and I agree. Tell Gordo, thank you 4 helping me with all the info he gave me last night in this time dimensions physicality. Tell Paula, that whether she or Sarah had the kid, or both, U had no right to abort it without telling me, and big McG and his car-gun from the McCoo 5th D can burn in the fires of Dogtown’s sulfur pits 4 all I care. Yes, I hear U, the computer went nuts, and Ed said I pulled a plug out, but we know what is going on, don’t we 6th D? We know exactly what combination of these alpha keys lets the secrets out that you do not want out, tee-hee.
MESSAGE TO THE COMETS AND ASTEROIDS BEYOND OUR SOLAR SYSTEM IN BOTH THE CLOSER AND OUTER RING FIELDS:
Come to this lovely world of mine, come, I invite U. Please feel free 2 come and visit our nice hellish place here, and come in quickly, and avoid Sarah Jupiter Stacey from 2 worlds out from our fusion reactor, she is our vacuum cleaner, and will try to suck you in to spare her creation, but I want U to come and smash this lovely place to bits, and end my hell forever. You hear me through the machine mind of this system, no differently than Magnesonic.
MESSAGE 2 ALL PARALLEL EVENT SUBSKUMMITE USERS:
Yes, unless one long game is played, and a total game MP is kept of every number and dozen and color and on and on, no system based on mathematics can hope to reverse the power of negamagging. Every single day in this March attack, my quantum-card decks have made me either one or two units, but all systems keep failing. My betting could B 10-20-40 dollars, or it could B just as easily 500-1000-2000 dollars. The base levels of the minimum and maximum NJ casino amounts, vary only because of bankroll, or lack thereof. Every 95 bets placed will lose 5 times on house edge green numbers of 0/00. With a three-stage MM betting strategy [mini-martingale, not martinogale], the units of 1/2/4 average roughly out to just under 3 units lost, as U may lose half of your bet on bet one, or on higher bet 2, or even higher max. Bet 3. There R slightly more 2 and 3 strings than there R4 strings, so the average is not a perfect 1+2+4 divided by 3. Anyway, 5X3= 15 units lost to house edge roughly every 95 spins, or approximately 16 lost per hekaspins, or [-160] units/kilo-spins. For me, roughly 5-7 strings in each 100 group of bets, again do not confuse bets and spins, as not all spins R bet, will generate a 5 or more string causing a loss of [-7 units] to occur. An average of 6 times the 7 units lost, getting 6 from the average of 5-7, is minus 42 units. An average of 70 to 100 units of profit occurs by getting 2,3, and 4 strings, in each group of 100 placed bets. It gets confusing here, but if you record string numbers on paper as 2,3,4, or 5, never recording singleton ones, nor is anything 5 more than 5, it is just recorded as a 5-string. Then actual bets made has nothing 2 do with actual spins, although it averages out fairly close in longer running plays. In any event, each hundred group of bets, not spins, using 85 as an average of profit units, we subtract the average of loss units, 42 and get a sub -profit total of 85-42=ing 43. Now subtract 15 for an average green-house edge loss, and the numbers become 85-42-15 or 43-15 which = +28 units/100 bets, which a placement of 100 bets averages out 2B roughly 310-356 spins. This is pretty much a rough one third of a KS, kilo-spin, not Krassle Sarah. So 28 X 3 = 84 units profit, and rounding it down in a pessimistic average, say, 80 units profit per KS, or DKS, DEKA-KILO-SPIN---- [10,000] spins, this comes to 800. If I can keep making anywhere close to 800 units per DKS, even on a $10 base betting level, this is $8,000.00 and on the 100-200-400 dollar or 1-2-4 black money-chip level, this is $80,000/DKS. 40 hours at average casino table playing, produces about 9-11 thousand spins, an average of one DKS. People average a 40 hour work week. I am not greedy, and have no fucking dern desire 2 earn 80 grand a week, wouldn’t know what 2 do with it. I am just telling the neggamaggers that this is so far impervious 2 their attacks on me, so I politely say FUDGE-U, and your lovely mama’s, and daughters. Hay all whom know me, know that I am a nice guy, but if you’re gonna fudge with me and wreck my life 24/7/365.2422, watch out, because I will develop ways 2 piss off the suit-punks, and freely teach these methods on the friggin net.
Message
2 Bobby McGee: (Robert McGuire)
U ugly old white slaver monster, here’s 2U bud. Raise your glass up with Martino, and her daughter in law and the Mayor, and drink one on me tonight, this night may B your last, as when U least expect 2C me, ask big S, I can B right there in your face and hear what U say, and U can’t even C that I am there, but ol’ Sharkey is here, ya drunken old fool.
Morianity Foundation
This
foundation is the invention of a man who has been the victim of
terrible harrasment for many years, from powerful high profile
people that ruined his life. It is his sincere desire to someday
have a place where people such as myself, can come to to assist them
from any and all persecutions from anyone or group, all within the
laws of the United States and the world.
Once
I awaken the all MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS, her memories will B
in tact and she will come and take me away with her, after totally
destroying anyone, or any world, that even tries to get in her
way. Can any of U imagine trying to patent my machine that can
turn any old person back to 20 again and keep them there? Can
anyone begin 2C the panic and the craziness that would immediately
ensue? Sooner or later, some jag-off who is scared 2 die, will
approach me and ask 4 me to integrtronize them with my multiwave
oscillation cellular integrenitrizer device. All it is is a simple
separation of north and south pole radio frequency all along the
EMS, electromagnetic spectrum, and then it cancels all south
polarized signals harmful to cellular life, and radiates all
possible north ones up and down like a giant arm sliding up and
down a giant piano with a million octaves on each side of the
existing ones on a current piano, and of course, a step-up 100,000
watt power transformer, a neutralization MRI tunnel, a few gismos
to keep the patient from being exposed to a few rads, and now
since all cells are programmed perfectly to B what they R and
remain endlessly dividing and multiplying like the cancerous ones
automatically do, each have frequencies that keep them on track,
balanced, and vibrant so 2 speak, but crunching the numbers 2
locate the ones to do this would take the best computers of
tomorrow centuries 2 figure out. So since no north pole
frequencies are cellularly destructive, just either neutral or the
correct key that fits the locks, we isolate out all the
destructive south polarizations and slide the scales with great
amounts of power until all the cells in the magnetic resonance
imaging tunnel have been completely re-programmed and totally
effected by the radio frequency generation that programmed them
into beingness in the first place. My machine is in 24 pieces,
none of which R in my residence, and only I know exactly how 2 put
it together and make it properly operate. Over the weekend last
week, all my colored Christmas lights, that I use year round, as
colored light is an automatic mood elevator, suddenly brightened
to 3 times their norms, and grew deep pink in hue, and after 5
seconds, returned to normal as if nothing ever happened. Then the
phone rings and I pick it up. A voice says to me, “if pink is
not pretty enough, how about purple”. Then, click, and soon
after, just a dial tone. Ever since, I am getting loud static on
my line, and strange sounds of other types as well. When I try to
call to retrieve a message from the Verizon answer call system, if
the siege is bad as it has lately really been bad, I always hear a
loud ‘CLINK’ sound right B4 the opening message welcoming me
to their service. When I am not under the super siege, I do not,
and as I have repeatedly said, we opened the door into their world
through radio frequency, and the invasion began, basically around
the end of the 19 forties, same as the rash of UFO sightings, none
of which by any means is a coincidence.
I am tired and hungry, and must work tonight, I could tell so fucking much if I had more time, but the clocks R indeed ticking, so BROWN COW KALI, my teen queen BEG, I beg U2 stop hating me so much, U loved me back in the 19 sixties. Remember, I don’t think I can go for any of this, and I can B invisible around U all over, not just while U cross those RR tracks in your car with your girl friend ten years ago. Just when U think I am not there KALI, there I am BROWN EYED GIRL.
I am tired and hungry, and must work tonight, I could tell so fucking much if I had more time, but the clocks R indeed ticking, so BROWN COW KALI, my teen queen BEG, I beg U2 stop hating me so much, U loved me back in the 19 sixties. Remember, I don’t think I can go for any of this, and I can B invisible around U all over, not just while U cross those RR tracks in your car with your girl friend ten years ago. Just when U think I am not there KALI, there I am BROWN EYED GIRL.
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Friday, March 02, 2007***---
MOVEMENTSTAGE
# 57, AND NO MORE 'STUPID RHYMES'***---
The death siege that I am under is bad beyond words, and this computer is all fucked up, letters missing, space bar not properly spacing, and all sorts of changes and hacks have been done 2 this laptop. All things that go wrong are done by forces not understood at all by mankind, as U all take it 4 granted that age and wearing out is just the norm of things and none of this is the case in reality. I was disappointed the other day that people closest 2 me R allowing themselves 2B influenced by the unimportant things of this world that will all burn up and pass away in their temporal states, and contain no eternal value at all. So I am going to contact Verizon and pay to have my website put higher up on the keyword list in pages and ratings, so that more net surfers can at least log on and either like or dislike Morianity. I will not continue in time wasting efforts. Ed seems 2 think of me as a fool, it is quite insulting. I have a life 2 get on with, and if this project does not produce some kind of results, then it is time to move on,as people always give me this advice, when it so suits them to give it to me. If the few closest people don’t think much of what I am trying 2 do, then I am being nothing more than the absolute fool, and I refuse 2 continue in this nonproductive endeavor.
I have been reamed and pummeled ever since the blue chips got knocked on their fucking ass back on Tuesday, with constant continuous choppers, planes, utility attacks, body attacks, neighborhood attacks, and on and on. Every single time they chopper me to death at my residence during the start of a filthy cheated FLYERS game, they win, as they did last night, snapping a six game losing streak. At 10:10 Callio time, in the morning,a super noisy truck came through my residence area, with some scum bag driver hollering as loud as he could, and making incredible noise and waking me up. Then I turn on the nightly Business Report on Philadelphia’s channel 12 TV station, and sure enough the Dow Jones Stock Market shot down at the opening bell to more than another 200 points, so what do they do, but persecute me to get it back up, it is as dependable and predictable as a thousand dollar clock. Boom, right back up it went after disturbing me, and aerial harassment followed the noise on the ground, typical military filth dirty tactics, a combo air and ground assault, launched in a precise planned execution. On Wednesday, Ed H. and I went down to my security office so I could fill out some paperwork, regarding, no, not Sara, but Sora. Governor Corzine of NJ and all of my Trenton enemies in general as well as local township and county enemies, could all get a double laugh on me, first by inconveniencing me with this school crap and money out of my own pocket 4 my training and additional finger printing, when my prints R all ready on197 different files in 3 or more states, and probably federally, as when U make security your line of work, this happens, but they make U pay each time, come on, do finger prints change?
People do on occasion try some wild shit like acid burning, cut scaring, and several other methods of attempting to alter or disguise prints, but one look at a persons hands by any law enforcement expert will immediately reveal that my hands are perfectly in order. This all is just more ways 4 the state and everyone else 2 endlessly keep taking all of our money, or what little people in the circles that I move in, have or don’t have, 2 start with. Ed told me just now that he will soon try 2 get a new key pad, as letters and spaces are not coming out as they should,I know when I am not immagining things, I do not have an immagination. It was Ed on Wednesday afternoon who first noticed a low flying red helicopter flying near us. We had just used a credit card 2 purchase gasoline, and then we got on the on ramp for the NJ Parkway, at the Black Horse Pike, right past the MOBIL gasoline station that we just left. They instantly track us through the internet credit system once a card is used 2 purchase anything, I noticed this 10 and 15 years ago, and has been confirmed on shows and movies like LAW AND ORDER, and CONSPERACY THEORY, with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. Ed Snyder belongs behind prison bars 4 all the civil rights violations done against me to get his shitty cheating Flyers Hockey team 2 win, and without me 2 hurt and mess with and persecute and harass, they will not win, and they know it, so where was my freaking protection last night people, whoever is seemingly secretly watching me? CY they were able 2 won, U 4 whatever reasons obviously could not B there 2 help me last night or all day, and C how they instantly gained back all the points that they lost on the market with that super ten past ten AM hell siege? There is nothing made up here, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, and if the SECURITIES AND EXCHANGE COMMISSION Office in Manhattan, NY, remains complicit in its malfeasance of enforcing this 2 all B stopped against me, then they as well will B held criminally liable in my joint deep pocked law suit someday, against these twisted sick diseased monsters that have wrecked my entire adult life 4 a quarter of a century. I will sue U all for no less than 30 billion USD, or 4 Jersey Jury Award, which I will remind the grand jury that one exploding gas tank got 5 billion dollars for the dude, and this torture has been endured by me, ruining every facet of my entire adult life, financially, socially, psychologically,and is so awful that I have let all normal things like daily grooming and interests and hobbies, all go by the way side, literally these sick bastards have robbed and raped me out of my life, that was not theirs 2 give nor take away from me.
U must try 2C the fact that life and mysteries work indeed similarly 2 a picture puzzle one might purchase at a game and toy store. U have the picture, so now putting the pieces together, though admitantly is not always a 1-2-3 thing 2 accomplish, still the picture is your guide, and eventually, the puzzle gets done and matches the photo on the puzzle box. I have lived a life in my present and current human existence that I must do the opposite, always, and without a choice. I have to make pieces of life-stuff around me seem to at least in some ways, come or fit together, and then when they do, I draw the pictures that they become. I have no help, no guide, and 4 those remembering the original Star trek, even the mighty-minded Tellosians, needed a guide to put the young beauty queen ship-crash survivor back together properly, and as they admitted, or she said it, “they had no guide, no way 2 know how 2 properly put me back together”. This is every bit my very similar problem, there are no previously charted waters here, no points of any reference at all in any way. 4 me, all there is 2 do, is carefully examine millions of events and things and interactions happening all around me and at me,and shuffle all sorts of combinations around, eventually, pushing pieces into each other,discarding others all together, retesting, re-examining, and repeating the process, until eventually, at least some small picture of what is going on with me, starts 2 at least form in a small blurry way, still in great need of endless enhancement and improvement,and with more discarded pieces, and more new ones, more shuffling and fitting, finally, I get some of these great and enlightened answers that U read from my blogs, it did not just tap me on the shoulder and say, hay, itislike this ass hole. Does anyone remember the old black and white Superman show, and the episode of the crooks who could render themselves invisible with some wild light bending device? By carrying a coin that was empowered by this machine,they could V made invisible or turned back to visibility again. Remember the conversation between Inspector Henderson and Clark Kent,after the incident in the jewelry shop where the door opens and closes by itself, and they later return to Henderson’s office? Kent says to the Inspector, “if we weren’t being realistic, what would B the only logical conclusion to all of this”. Then the Inspector says back to Kent,”That’s easy, the thieves are invisible”, and then let out a laugh. But Kent was not laughing. He knew that when something fits and nothing else does, and it explains things going on around U, then no matter how far out the explanation is, it should not B ruled out, and needs 2B very carefully examined. This same thing is what is forever ongoing with me,but B4 continuing, a strange and spurious occurrence just hit 4 no good reason. The page was moving as though I had my hand held down on the enter key which I definitely did not, and the mouse stopped operating. I did not unplug this mouse from the board, but it got unplugged, and not from the table moving a moment ago as ED suggested, as that happened 5 minutes ago, and then is not when this wild crap happened. Some dirty scummy bastard snake-cum eater did this hack 2 me, and now let me talk about hacks and hackers.
Many people quote this exact sentence, “hackers come from another planet”. Well, this may not B so totally off base, not that any other planet contains anything that would remotely resemble what we on this one would begin 2 equate with life. Still, they do love 2 play GAMES, they are MISCHIEFIOUSLY DESTRUCTIVE, and do things JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN, and these 3 prerequisites R a great starting list in the identification of MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, OR BIRGGBASE RESIDENTS. GGGffffffffggggggggghhhhhhTTTT, Yea they R fucking hacking me and violating my civil rights as we speak, they changed the printing font that I am attempting 2 use,and this occurred the second that I tried 2 use my mouse 2 correct for the space bar not properly spacing. This is probably the last blog in a while, it is all a joke on me, an I am not laughing. No one is interested in one thing I say, someone who has existed forever an ever.
I started alluring to the field of examining the mind, and now they fucking R hacking the dddddd, cannot make this key work, Ed needs to quit smoking and dropping ash on it. The excuse or pretext 4 them to fuck with somethings should never B easily and readily given 2 these cock suckers. Ever since I told all of the human race the truth about radio frequency and all the strange things surrounding this phenomenon, all Dogtown has broken loose 4 me, I am as of today 3 straight fucking super BOTBAR days back 2 back,and going through more hell than anyone can fathom. I have decided 2 throw myself in front of the Gamblers Express Train, sometime this weekend when ‘they’ least expect it, hopefully preventing them from uncreating the event, although I pretty much believe that this process happens 2 me automatically, death just hates my fucking guts, and they love watching me suffer in this sick hellish reality show just too fucking much, but if it works, I will B dead and gone by fucking Monday at 2 Ante’ Meridian. The entertainment world [EW] started not much later than the field of mind study, or psychology. These 2 things are the invader’s tools, they R used by them to LABEL anyone who gets onto what they do and tries to tell about it, read the chapter called, MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT, in the book by Dr. Bruce Goldberg, called, TIME TRAVELLERS FROM OUR FUTURE.
Despite everything they have done 2 me since the tail end of January when things that all ready were very bad 4 me, got quantitatively worse, my roulette remains unaffected. I have played 170 old games that all lost on varying other systems, and have also played 38 additional new games, and even with the green house losses factored into the numbers, my approximate profits in units, which could be $5 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $25 chips, 2 of them, $100 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $500 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, or 4 of them; is more than 220. On single black $100.00 level, this is 100X220 or 22X1 +3 zeros, or 220,000 clams. Average spins per game in this system is about 37. So 37X208 total games=total spins. I will not tell U what this newest system is, but I am happy enough with it 2 tell U that if my suicide this weekend that I have all planned out should fail, sometime by middle March, I will B moving near the shore, and going back to the fucking Atlantic City, not the ARLANTIC, error on a prior blog, casinos, and returning 2 my professional roulette playing, fuck all of U. If using ASAPART, and only using SO, or same odds, SONONART, with only 50/50 chance questions asked of numerous QUANTUMCARD decks, winning up to ten times for every 7 times lost, more than making up for 0 and 00 outcomes, can B done consistently simply by employing a [3-stage-mini-martingale], of 1-2-4-units, stopping at all -7 losses, and just waiting for either 2 [C] correct, or 2 [I] incorrect outcomes 2 occur. Then bet that the correct or incorrect outcome string will either B a 3-string, a 4-string, or a 5-string. Never try this on regular play with outside even chance roulette betting, you will get long run play hammered worse than I get hammered by my PARALLEL EVENT PERSECUTOR LAMBRIGG CULTSCUM!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not a system, and is just an additional tool in using the technology of ASAPART, and maybe at a later time, I will go on 2 tell my Morians, if any exist, which I am starting 2 find highly doubtful, about how 2 make this system operate and generate a winning in long run casino play.
Another error from a prior blog from several stage movements back, it was a MILITUFORCE CHOPPER, and not a FOUNDATION CHOPPER that assaulted me, the gods, where was my protection when I needed it this week? The Flyers are the worst lousiest cheating team in the league, and without me to count on 2 persecute, I would need 2C them win a game fair and square, 2 believe it. I know the power of PE, parallel event. In June of 1980, on the very first week, a tape recorder was delivered 2 me, a PANASONICS TECHNICS RS1500US, at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG. It was ordered by me from a Manhattan New York City supplier called MARTIN AUDIO VIDEO. Right after it came by Parcel truck service, and I opened up the box 2 connect it into my complex series of machines and plugs and buses, and on and on, I went 2 bed after coming back from my job at the recording studio, RPL, on my 4:30-1AM, and fell into the strangest and creepiest sleep of my life. I was with the most beautiful brunet giant girl I ever saw in my life, with bright brown giant sized brown eyes, and long voluminous shinny brilliant light brown hair down past her knees, up from her full height of 6 feet and 7 inches, with sneakers on and I mean straight and flat. She sang a song 2 me that blew me away, using 3 different instruments, mostly her Enzemeter and her Loot. It was called [LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS]. My entire life changed as a result of getting this Martin Audio/Video store device delivered 2 my residence. MARTIN/O, yeah, MARTIN, then just add the O, as Sarah Callio married MARTINO, and yes, he is a direct relation in first cousinly to Al Martino, friend of Dean Martin, Old Blue Eyes from HOBO, NJ, and on and on.
The death siege that I am under is bad beyond words, and this computer is all fucked up, letters missing, space bar not properly spacing, and all sorts of changes and hacks have been done 2 this laptop. All things that go wrong are done by forces not understood at all by mankind, as U all take it 4 granted that age and wearing out is just the norm of things and none of this is the case in reality. I was disappointed the other day that people closest 2 me R allowing themselves 2B influenced by the unimportant things of this world that will all burn up and pass away in their temporal states, and contain no eternal value at all. So I am going to contact Verizon and pay to have my website put higher up on the keyword list in pages and ratings, so that more net surfers can at least log on and either like or dislike Morianity. I will not continue in time wasting efforts. Ed seems 2 think of me as a fool, it is quite insulting. I have a life 2 get on with, and if this project does not produce some kind of results, then it is time to move on,as people always give me this advice, when it so suits them to give it to me. If the few closest people don’t think much of what I am trying 2 do, then I am being nothing more than the absolute fool, and I refuse 2 continue in this nonproductive endeavor.
I have been reamed and pummeled ever since the blue chips got knocked on their fucking ass back on Tuesday, with constant continuous choppers, planes, utility attacks, body attacks, neighborhood attacks, and on and on. Every single time they chopper me to death at my residence during the start of a filthy cheated FLYERS game, they win, as they did last night, snapping a six game losing streak. At 10:10 Callio time, in the morning,a super noisy truck came through my residence area, with some scum bag driver hollering as loud as he could, and making incredible noise and waking me up. Then I turn on the nightly Business Report on Philadelphia’s channel 12 TV station, and sure enough the Dow Jones Stock Market shot down at the opening bell to more than another 200 points, so what do they do, but persecute me to get it back up, it is as dependable and predictable as a thousand dollar clock. Boom, right back up it went after disturbing me, and aerial harassment followed the noise on the ground, typical military filth dirty tactics, a combo air and ground assault, launched in a precise planned execution. On Wednesday, Ed H. and I went down to my security office so I could fill out some paperwork, regarding, no, not Sara, but Sora. Governor Corzine of NJ and all of my Trenton enemies in general as well as local township and county enemies, could all get a double laugh on me, first by inconveniencing me with this school crap and money out of my own pocket 4 my training and additional finger printing, when my prints R all ready on197 different files in 3 or more states, and probably federally, as when U make security your line of work, this happens, but they make U pay each time, come on, do finger prints change?
People do on occasion try some wild shit like acid burning, cut scaring, and several other methods of attempting to alter or disguise prints, but one look at a persons hands by any law enforcement expert will immediately reveal that my hands are perfectly in order. This all is just more ways 4 the state and everyone else 2 endlessly keep taking all of our money, or what little people in the circles that I move in, have or don’t have, 2 start with. Ed told me just now that he will soon try 2 get a new key pad, as letters and spaces are not coming out as they should,I know when I am not immagining things, I do not have an immagination. It was Ed on Wednesday afternoon who first noticed a low flying red helicopter flying near us. We had just used a credit card 2 purchase gasoline, and then we got on the on ramp for the NJ Parkway, at the Black Horse Pike, right past the MOBIL gasoline station that we just left. They instantly track us through the internet credit system once a card is used 2 purchase anything, I noticed this 10 and 15 years ago, and has been confirmed on shows and movies like LAW AND ORDER, and CONSPERACY THEORY, with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. Ed Snyder belongs behind prison bars 4 all the civil rights violations done against me to get his shitty cheating Flyers Hockey team 2 win, and without me 2 hurt and mess with and persecute and harass, they will not win, and they know it, so where was my freaking protection last night people, whoever is seemingly secretly watching me? CY they were able 2 won, U 4 whatever reasons obviously could not B there 2 help me last night or all day, and C how they instantly gained back all the points that they lost on the market with that super ten past ten AM hell siege? There is nothing made up here, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, and if the SECURITIES AND EXCHANGE COMMISSION Office in Manhattan, NY, remains complicit in its malfeasance of enforcing this 2 all B stopped against me, then they as well will B held criminally liable in my joint deep pocked law suit someday, against these twisted sick diseased monsters that have wrecked my entire adult life 4 a quarter of a century. I will sue U all for no less than 30 billion USD, or 4 Jersey Jury Award, which I will remind the grand jury that one exploding gas tank got 5 billion dollars for the dude, and this torture has been endured by me, ruining every facet of my entire adult life, financially, socially, psychologically,and is so awful that I have let all normal things like daily grooming and interests and hobbies, all go by the way side, literally these sick bastards have robbed and raped me out of my life, that was not theirs 2 give nor take away from me.
U must try 2C the fact that life and mysteries work indeed similarly 2 a picture puzzle one might purchase at a game and toy store. U have the picture, so now putting the pieces together, though admitantly is not always a 1-2-3 thing 2 accomplish, still the picture is your guide, and eventually, the puzzle gets done and matches the photo on the puzzle box. I have lived a life in my present and current human existence that I must do the opposite, always, and without a choice. I have to make pieces of life-stuff around me seem to at least in some ways, come or fit together, and then when they do, I draw the pictures that they become. I have no help, no guide, and 4 those remembering the original Star trek, even the mighty-minded Tellosians, needed a guide to put the young beauty queen ship-crash survivor back together properly, and as they admitted, or she said it, “they had no guide, no way 2 know how 2 properly put me back together”. This is every bit my very similar problem, there are no previously charted waters here, no points of any reference at all in any way. 4 me, all there is 2 do, is carefully examine millions of events and things and interactions happening all around me and at me,and shuffle all sorts of combinations around, eventually, pushing pieces into each other,discarding others all together, retesting, re-examining, and repeating the process, until eventually, at least some small picture of what is going on with me, starts 2 at least form in a small blurry way, still in great need of endless enhancement and improvement,and with more discarded pieces, and more new ones, more shuffling and fitting, finally, I get some of these great and enlightened answers that U read from my blogs, it did not just tap me on the shoulder and say, hay, itislike this ass hole. Does anyone remember the old black and white Superman show, and the episode of the crooks who could render themselves invisible with some wild light bending device? By carrying a coin that was empowered by this machine,they could V made invisible or turned back to visibility again. Remember the conversation between Inspector Henderson and Clark Kent,after the incident in the jewelry shop where the door opens and closes by itself, and they later return to Henderson’s office? Kent says to the Inspector, “if we weren’t being realistic, what would B the only logical conclusion to all of this”. Then the Inspector says back to Kent,”That’s easy, the thieves are invisible”, and then let out a laugh. But Kent was not laughing. He knew that when something fits and nothing else does, and it explains things going on around U, then no matter how far out the explanation is, it should not B ruled out, and needs 2B very carefully examined. This same thing is what is forever ongoing with me,but B4 continuing, a strange and spurious occurrence just hit 4 no good reason. The page was moving as though I had my hand held down on the enter key which I definitely did not, and the mouse stopped operating. I did not unplug this mouse from the board, but it got unplugged, and not from the table moving a moment ago as ED suggested, as that happened 5 minutes ago, and then is not when this wild crap happened. Some dirty scummy bastard snake-cum eater did this hack 2 me, and now let me talk about hacks and hackers.
Many people quote this exact sentence, “hackers come from another planet”. Well, this may not B so totally off base, not that any other planet contains anything that would remotely resemble what we on this one would begin 2 equate with life. Still, they do love 2 play GAMES, they are MISCHIEFIOUSLY DESTRUCTIVE, and do things JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN, and these 3 prerequisites R a great starting list in the identification of MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, OR BIRGGBASE RESIDENTS. GGGffffffffggggggggghhhhhhTTTT, Yea they R fucking hacking me and violating my civil rights as we speak, they changed the printing font that I am attempting 2 use,and this occurred the second that I tried 2 use my mouse 2 correct for the space bar not properly spacing. This is probably the last blog in a while, it is all a joke on me, an I am not laughing. No one is interested in one thing I say, someone who has existed forever an ever.
I started alluring to the field of examining the mind, and now they fucking R hacking the dddddd, cannot make this key work, Ed needs to quit smoking and dropping ash on it. The excuse or pretext 4 them to fuck with somethings should never B easily and readily given 2 these cock suckers. Ever since I told all of the human race the truth about radio frequency and all the strange things surrounding this phenomenon, all Dogtown has broken loose 4 me, I am as of today 3 straight fucking super BOTBAR days back 2 back,and going through more hell than anyone can fathom. I have decided 2 throw myself in front of the Gamblers Express Train, sometime this weekend when ‘they’ least expect it, hopefully preventing them from uncreating the event, although I pretty much believe that this process happens 2 me automatically, death just hates my fucking guts, and they love watching me suffer in this sick hellish reality show just too fucking much, but if it works, I will B dead and gone by fucking Monday at 2 Ante’ Meridian. The entertainment world [EW] started not much later than the field of mind study, or psychology. These 2 things are the invader’s tools, they R used by them to LABEL anyone who gets onto what they do and tries to tell about it, read the chapter called, MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT, in the book by Dr. Bruce Goldberg, called, TIME TRAVELLERS FROM OUR FUTURE.
Despite everything they have done 2 me since the tail end of January when things that all ready were very bad 4 me, got quantitatively worse, my roulette remains unaffected. I have played 170 old games that all lost on varying other systems, and have also played 38 additional new games, and even with the green house losses factored into the numbers, my approximate profits in units, which could be $5 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $25 chips, 2 of them, $100 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $500 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, or 4 of them; is more than 220. On single black $100.00 level, this is 100X220 or 22X1 +3 zeros, or 220,000 clams. Average spins per game in this system is about 37. So 37X208 total games=total spins. I will not tell U what this newest system is, but I am happy enough with it 2 tell U that if my suicide this weekend that I have all planned out should fail, sometime by middle March, I will B moving near the shore, and going back to the fucking Atlantic City, not the ARLANTIC, error on a prior blog, casinos, and returning 2 my professional roulette playing, fuck all of U. If using ASAPART, and only using SO, or same odds, SONONART, with only 50/50 chance questions asked of numerous QUANTUMCARD decks, winning up to ten times for every 7 times lost, more than making up for 0 and 00 outcomes, can B done consistently simply by employing a [3-stage-mini-martingale], of 1-2-4-units, stopping at all -7 losses, and just waiting for either 2 [C] correct, or 2 [I] incorrect outcomes 2 occur. Then bet that the correct or incorrect outcome string will either B a 3-string, a 4-string, or a 5-string. Never try this on regular play with outside even chance roulette betting, you will get long run play hammered worse than I get hammered by my PARALLEL EVENT PERSECUTOR LAMBRIGG CULTSCUM!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not a system, and is just an additional tool in using the technology of ASAPART, and maybe at a later time, I will go on 2 tell my Morians, if any exist, which I am starting 2 find highly doubtful, about how 2 make this system operate and generate a winning in long run casino play.
Another error from a prior blog from several stage movements back, it was a MILITUFORCE CHOPPER, and not a FOUNDATION CHOPPER that assaulted me, the gods, where was my protection when I needed it this week? The Flyers are the worst lousiest cheating team in the league, and without me to count on 2 persecute, I would need 2C them win a game fair and square, 2 believe it. I know the power of PE, parallel event. In June of 1980, on the very first week, a tape recorder was delivered 2 me, a PANASONICS TECHNICS RS1500US, at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG. It was ordered by me from a Manhattan New York City supplier called MARTIN AUDIO VIDEO. Right after it came by Parcel truck service, and I opened up the box 2 connect it into my complex series of machines and plugs and buses, and on and on, I went 2 bed after coming back from my job at the recording studio, RPL, on my 4:30-1AM, and fell into the strangest and creepiest sleep of my life. I was with the most beautiful brunet giant girl I ever saw in my life, with bright brown giant sized brown eyes, and long voluminous shinny brilliant light brown hair down past her knees, up from her full height of 6 feet and 7 inches, with sneakers on and I mean straight and flat. She sang a song 2 me that blew me away, using 3 different instruments, mostly her Enzemeter and her Loot. It was called [LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS]. My entire life changed as a result of getting this Martin Audio/Video store device delivered 2 my residence. MARTIN/O, yeah, MARTIN, then just add the O, as Sarah Callio married MARTINO, and yes, he is a direct relation in first cousinly to Al Martino, friend of Dean Martin, Old Blue Eyes from HOBO, NJ, and on and on.
Yessir,
that good old train conductor who used to say the name of that Jersey
town with that really strong accent, when my grand father would board
the train early in the twentieth century, “HO-BOOOO-KEN”. I heard
me' ol' mom tell that story about her dad over and over again, and
long before the birth of my kid, or her objections to my CODED POEMS,
or so it seems, world, and Shf. KJM, sir. So WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
THAT, huh, YO?
Friday, September 29, 2006
Movement
Stage 12
Hello my few loyal Morians, that manage miraculously to resist the calling you are getting from the 6th dimensions, that tell your brain that I am a total nut with zero worth of credibility. Few if any may ever listen, believe on any level, and ever become desirous of actually helping me to put together the greatest potentially philanthropic organization, to ever to this date, exist on this physical plane Earth realm.
I have proven to U all that the fucking torture and evil hellish shit that my covert enemies put me through this year, and for the last 20 to 30 as well, would bring their dirt bag stock market 2 all time record highs and it did yesterday, and my Phillies team got slaughtered as I knew that they would, it is not genius ness, but simple the result of living through in an isolated lonely way, a torment worse than any of your [hell] concepts, for 2 to 3 decades, with not one soul, friend or family, co-worker or neighbor, anybody anywhere, willing 2 give me even the tiniest benefit of the doubt, that perhaps by some strange crazy miracle, maybe, just frikkin maybe, I could B telling it all totally true and straight, there really just is no reason to make all of this crazy stuff up, as it all in the end would lead to my total disgrace and humiliation world-wide, should I be indeed given a chance to prove to the world what I know 2 B real, and then fail 2 do so. I am someone who for a few short years in my present human life identity or my current sequence of dream downs, out and away from my higher astral life existence and being-ness had a relatively normal interaction with the cosmos, like most of you, and no offense meant, but permit a bit of honesty on my part for a quick lil’ seck. Most of all of you, do indeed make and cause a lot of bad things that happen 2 U, not all of it, no I’m not being a prick here, just dead ass honest. I never, or very rarely, do anything to cause the hostility and horrific treatment that I get, and especially during these times of sieges, corresponding naturally in most cases with the evil ICPE trilogy going powerfully against me, as it surely is right frikkin’ now. I told all of my reading 'cyberdience', shortened by me for [cyberspace audience], and told U all well, that the Dow Market was heading for the stars and the moon beams, and it is all blog dated, witnessed, and Google Copyrighted, plus my blogs are soon going for official US Copyright as well. I told U all that U can say bye-bye to the oh-six Phillies season, and that markets will fly, when these evil duosh-wads poor all this hot hell on me and my pathetic little life for month after month. These sick twisted sub scum ruined my entire summer, and the entire year of devil # oh-six, but then, I should B expecting this, as what really else is new with this bullshit.
Shortly after previous President Bill Clinton took office in 1993, I had not yet moved into the Hi-View sicko apartment complex nor did the situation with Jupiter begin yet for me. I had reason to make a phone call to the White House, and one evening while still living in a rented home before leaving it to save on cheaper rent, I enjoyed speaking to an aide of the relatively new Pres. WJ Clinton. This was one hell of a nice gut, nothing like someone whom I spoke 2 in ’87 from the Secret Service, who was not very nice with me. The exact words that this Presidential Aide spoke to me was, and I remember the dialogue word 4 word, “THERE IS A NEW BREEZE BLOWING THROUGH THE WHITE HOUSE”, referring of course to WJC, a hell of a nice guy and a great president. I 4 1, do not care what anyone does in the privacy of their own room. I think this country has become Old Russia, Hitler’s Germany, and all other dictatorial societies that ever existed, all wrapped up into one big hellish nightmare. Clinton wasn’t perfect, so what, are U, am I? We need more than a new breeze blowing through the White House. We need a part called the L I B E R T A R I A N P A R T Y, and this party is totally misunderstood by the vast majority of American citizens and patriots. These are not liberals, the name throws their objectives and true agendas off, and perhaps need B changed, but changed or not, these ladies and gentlemen are only out to give back true and real freedoms, long lost 2 us poor American Citizens. I dare any of U 2 check out this great party, and get 2 its members, and what they R all about, and stand 4. Then make your political Don’t B so blind, wake up and smell the darn stench of the over brewed and his buddy choices, but crissake, B an informed chooser, not a candidate for Mister [T’s] new reali—T—show. Lib party'ers will bring real freedom and life worth living again, back to this nation that my grandma's grandpa, Ben F, helped 2 start here about 23 decades back in the 4th-D. Don’t B so blind, wake up and smell the darn stench of the over brewed and his buddy. The computer is acting very strangely again, starting just recently. Moving on if freaking 4ces will permit it, Mr. Clinton was jogging one day through an area in National Park, in Redbank Township, Gloucester County, New Jersey, USA, Earth. I recognized him instantly, but no one else around appeared 2 even B able 2 C him. He was invisible only 2 me, and ran past me saying, “watch out Mark, they’re trying 2 set U up”, and he quickly kept running off, down a long jogging trail, just beyond the park property, actually, a defunked old army area, used for war games or the gods only know what, decades ago. One minute later, a slew of girls from 8 to 14 come along and start talking 2 me. I got away from them as fast as I could, and within another quarter minute or so, along came 4 police officers, as though they were trying to bate me into a sex offender crime. All this occurred shortly after I began discussing a major thing with a female ranger there at the park, by the name of Rosa-lee. She was thinking of being in a movie that I was trying to make, but never worked out, and it was sort of a HAIR 2, if I am permitted to do a sequel, as I felt the need to show the world that wild stuff is indeed ongoing, and that Donna is at the very bottom of it all, probably one of the gods living on Earth, with, like me, some or lots of memory regarding her true existence. Computer hacking/acting up, very bad today, and U may count on the Dow Jones hitting 12,000 by middle October, 13K by early oh-7, and 20,000 within 3 years or less from today’s date, as no one wishes to help me and get onto my band wagon, and C the evil in its pure form, for exactly what it really is, remember the story that bewares us poor mortals of monsters hidden the bodies of beauty queens, no not your wives and girlfriends, as I am sure lotsa dudes R saying this now 2 themselves, but I didn’t invent the [wolf in sheep’s clothing] story, it is fucking CHRISTIAN BIBLICAL. Do I think some inter-dimensional other President Clinton, was trying 2 warn me of an entrapment, Who fooooookin’ knows???? I have doubles in this dimension and so does my guru/webmaster, Eddie Himacane, as I’ve nicknamed him. There was a Chinese girl who knew me when I went 2 a Chinese restaurant, insisting it was me, and not 2 separate people, even coming over and planting a delicious soaking wet French kiss on me, which was all the appetizer I required, to put it understated. The scum bags are messing with me on the computer, and on top of that, they stopped my watch, 4th time now and 6 times with 2 different watches over the last 2 seasons. At just past one and one half of the clock here at library, in the post meridian, boom, scum-sleaze corporation strikes again, never a split second’s peace for some one carrying the karmic load for the frikkin’ entire world of dirty rotten twisted evil sick selfish sinners.
As for the Dow, 86, 96, and 2006, all devil number ending years [ 6 ], and this is what I can expect, total fucking hell for me, endless hell and death siege, and market to the stars and nebula's, the Phillies will sink now and die, season is over baby, that is all she fucking wrote people, done, gone, fine’, and the Flyers will go straight to #1 position and stay there super strong, all freaking season long, J U S T M A R K M Y WORDS!!!
If by proving myself like this 2 people year after year, this is the 1st year using blogs and computers, but with whatever method that I attempt to employ, and I show literally, a totally unexplainable miracle, and still I am totally ignored, well, that 2 ME PROVES BOTH ETTOS IS REAL, AND MIND DIMENSION 6 AND LAWTRONICS FILTERING DOWN TO THE GODS AND SUBGODS, also is very real. C, U cannot prove or be safe 2 assume that the Dow will be up forever, or Phillies’ll lose, or Flyers’ll win, but by backing me, and getting totally behind me, I can frikkin’ guarantee the biggest bank and or investment house over 1,2,3, maybe 400 % annual profits on their invested monies, if they just would pay a few pennies from their giant piles of wealth, to let me out of a cursed life, and let me start living the life of Trump for example, 8 out of 10 times, forever and ever, unless you cut me off from my little bit of prosperity and protection from my vicious enemies, I could live happier and I do deserve this and more after all I have been put covertly and illegally through, and you greedy cap-pigs would make endless returns on your investments as long as they are centered around sports bets going in a direction of Flyers losing, Phillies winning, and stock market dropping, hence to make a fortune in a bear market, your plan would simply be to ‘sell-short’ your market positions, be it shares of blue chip stocks, indexes, it matters not. This is all so real, and proves, that I have fucking died and definitely gone to hell.
Now 2 times I attempted 2 tell U all about an incident occurring in ’94, in the early autumn, say the first week or 2 in October. I have put this on both MB and MF, and it gets hacked frikkin’ off every damn time. I was watching a TV show called “RESCUE 911”, one night, the episode where the wind glider takes a couple dudes fairly far out into the sea, and they naturally needed rescuing. I fell asleep shortly after finishing watching the show, drifting into a super vivid and fun dream, where I was with an exquisite giant teen queen with long dark hair, and was having a wonderful time with her on the beach, and was not much older than a boy myself in this wild interaction
Long before rap music, gangster rap, and the thug thing with the violence, cop killing, and guns everywhere, in this sick uncultured art if you insist I call it art, my record promoter, a man named William Leonard McKinnon, from Reading, Pa., USA, EARTH, pulled a magnum weapon on me in the scummer of ’80, in Philly, and told me he would definitely shoot me if I did not run the red light ahead of us on Cherry Street, a few blocks from the famous to our tri-state area, at least back then, SIGMA SOUND STUDIOS. He had buddies here at SSS and at the time, I was taking him from the studio to our studio or my place of employment to put it more accurately, RPL , on State & Pierce in the lovely city of CAMDEN, NJ. He would have blown my brains out, believe me, this dude was whack, twisted, and hated us poor honky's, believing that the world owes him and them, the WW {white-world}, that is. Personally, I really feel that if you are not being stopped by forces, as most people are not, and you work hard and set goals, and try hard, and do not walk on people and make enemies, anyone can get filthy or at least semi-dirty rich in this great land. But all this happened 2 or more years before rap and guns and all of it was in even its infancy stages. When I sent accidentally onto a cassette's flip side, a tape to the Arista Record Company the following year, 1981, I had a strange thing occur, a tape got cued up in a way before the start of a tune in the tape, that made it sound as though it was dubbed from a digital CD player or some similar system, and a rumor began circulating in the musical industry, started by a man named Hal David, a real prick at least to me, that I was an alien from the future, as when 5 years ticked by afterwards, the very brand new machines out, would indeed do this when cuing them up to start running a dub. Then other things happened to tapes, changing sounding voices, cassettes sounding a bit like they were breaking the music limits for how much program they can contain at low distortion levels. Some people when I sent tapes to them said, they are better that a CD, how can this be? Answer is 2 things, yea, I am a professional tape duplicator, and am good at making dubbed tapes, but in addition, I now know for a fact and have figured this out from quite a while back, that Goddess Diana Z. Arteemis, causes the tapes that I make, to sound better, than they would ordinarily. All these things combined, started getting me watched and yes, followed when out on the road in my car. It mattered none if I were driving to work, the mall, the food store, a friends house, the beach, you freaking name it. Then, after my first communications with lightning directly, things worsened, and later still, when I told a friend whom I had met at the #113 Caldor Department store, as we were both guards hired there, about the great Sarah, after getting into our legal vehicle, parked outside the Medport Diner in Medford,NJ, all hell broke loose, and the demons never looked back from that day forward. An off duty police officer armed with a huge shotgun, and with a giant dangerous powerful German Sheppard dog, made us without telling us boo, stand frozen still, while he literally tore my poor old car apart, glove box, seats, trunk, it was a mess, and wrecked. When mom called the Sergeant at the station that night to complain a bit about our treatment, she was brushed off, and hung up on. To finish the story of the dream that never makes it onto any blog, I did not remember in any part of my beingness that I was with the all mighty, the great Sarah Krassle [SSJKK]. This lovely queen and I had the most wonderful time we ever had together, it went on what seemed like a quarter of a MK. We had a device that could catapult us out hundreds of miles into the seas, and back to the shores again, and we were so happy, and she knew me, but would not tell me who I really was, nor whom she was, we were as though we had discovered each other for the first time. I asked her to be mine forever, to marry me. She stared at me with her huge brown eyes and said without hesitation, yes. Just then her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Krassle, came along and forced me away from her and I walked off of the beach, looking back only once after a few seconds and said to her in a sad and melancholy way, “HAVE A NICE LIFE”. I turned right at the boardwalk heading north in what would be AC, NJ in human life. Within 2 years or less, and with the direct assistance from the I-Ching, I managed to remember it all, put lots of jumbled things together, and from there, my great search and quest to find the all mighty Jehovah goddess began from here. I originally parked either at John King’s Bus Garage lot’s next door area, a shared area, some of it reserved only for workers of the CCC [CASINO CONTROL COMMISSION], and a private other area of lot space for public vehicle parking, or sometimes I parked at metered spots on South Carolina [SC] Sarah Callio, Avenue, but when at the lot, I would dig for info with the 2 dudes that ran it for their Greek owner parents, as I think they tore down a small restaurant, and as the song goes, put up one of Joanie Mitchel's parking lots. The names of these 2 young fellows of 20 and 25 at the time in ’97, were John-20, and his older 25 year old brother, Photeous. I still think that was no way a coincidence on the All My Children TV soap show, with their character Proteus, back earlier in this century, yea, I keep my hand in, I am always watching the world as they use my numerous ideas and painful life experiences for their capital profits. This is why real nice people believe that business is cold, hard, cruel, without humanness, nor feeling. After-all, for 6 billion bucks and then another 6 and another, I could never dream of profiting off of your pain, any of you. As for weather systems I cause when my tek is not hacked out, I never asked to be in this awful fucking war, and innocent casualties are and will always be, part of any and all types of war. You are kidding yourselves, to believe otherwise.
Hello my few loyal Morians, that manage miraculously to resist the calling you are getting from the 6th dimensions, that tell your brain that I am a total nut with zero worth of credibility. Few if any may ever listen, believe on any level, and ever become desirous of actually helping me to put together the greatest potentially philanthropic organization, to ever to this date, exist on this physical plane Earth realm.
I have proven to U all that the fucking torture and evil hellish shit that my covert enemies put me through this year, and for the last 20 to 30 as well, would bring their dirt bag stock market 2 all time record highs and it did yesterday, and my Phillies team got slaughtered as I knew that they would, it is not genius ness, but simple the result of living through in an isolated lonely way, a torment worse than any of your [hell] concepts, for 2 to 3 decades, with not one soul, friend or family, co-worker or neighbor, anybody anywhere, willing 2 give me even the tiniest benefit of the doubt, that perhaps by some strange crazy miracle, maybe, just frikkin maybe, I could B telling it all totally true and straight, there really just is no reason to make all of this crazy stuff up, as it all in the end would lead to my total disgrace and humiliation world-wide, should I be indeed given a chance to prove to the world what I know 2 B real, and then fail 2 do so. I am someone who for a few short years in my present human life identity or my current sequence of dream downs, out and away from my higher astral life existence and being-ness had a relatively normal interaction with the cosmos, like most of you, and no offense meant, but permit a bit of honesty on my part for a quick lil’ seck. Most of all of you, do indeed make and cause a lot of bad things that happen 2 U, not all of it, no I’m not being a prick here, just dead ass honest. I never, or very rarely, do anything to cause the hostility and horrific treatment that I get, and especially during these times of sieges, corresponding naturally in most cases with the evil ICPE trilogy going powerfully against me, as it surely is right frikkin’ now. I told all of my reading 'cyberdience', shortened by me for [cyberspace audience], and told U all well, that the Dow Market was heading for the stars and the moon beams, and it is all blog dated, witnessed, and Google Copyrighted, plus my blogs are soon going for official US Copyright as well. I told U all that U can say bye-bye to the oh-six Phillies season, and that markets will fly, when these evil duosh-wads poor all this hot hell on me and my pathetic little life for month after month. These sick twisted sub scum ruined my entire summer, and the entire year of devil # oh-six, but then, I should B expecting this, as what really else is new with this bullshit.
Shortly after previous President Bill Clinton took office in 1993, I had not yet moved into the Hi-View sicko apartment complex nor did the situation with Jupiter begin yet for me. I had reason to make a phone call to the White House, and one evening while still living in a rented home before leaving it to save on cheaper rent, I enjoyed speaking to an aide of the relatively new Pres. WJ Clinton. This was one hell of a nice gut, nothing like someone whom I spoke 2 in ’87 from the Secret Service, who was not very nice with me. The exact words that this Presidential Aide spoke to me was, and I remember the dialogue word 4 word, “THERE IS A NEW BREEZE BLOWING THROUGH THE WHITE HOUSE”, referring of course to WJC, a hell of a nice guy and a great president. I 4 1, do not care what anyone does in the privacy of their own room. I think this country has become Old Russia, Hitler’s Germany, and all other dictatorial societies that ever existed, all wrapped up into one big hellish nightmare. Clinton wasn’t perfect, so what, are U, am I? We need more than a new breeze blowing through the White House. We need a part called the L I B E R T A R I A N P A R T Y, and this party is totally misunderstood by the vast majority of American citizens and patriots. These are not liberals, the name throws their objectives and true agendas off, and perhaps need B changed, but changed or not, these ladies and gentlemen are only out to give back true and real freedoms, long lost 2 us poor American Citizens. I dare any of U 2 check out this great party, and get 2 its members, and what they R all about, and stand 4. Then make your political Don’t B so blind, wake up and smell the darn stench of the over brewed and his buddy choices, but crissake, B an informed chooser, not a candidate for Mister [T’s] new reali—T—show. Lib party'ers will bring real freedom and life worth living again, back to this nation that my grandma's grandpa, Ben F, helped 2 start here about 23 decades back in the 4th-D. Don’t B so blind, wake up and smell the darn stench of the over brewed and his buddy. The computer is acting very strangely again, starting just recently. Moving on if freaking 4ces will permit it, Mr. Clinton was jogging one day through an area in National Park, in Redbank Township, Gloucester County, New Jersey, USA, Earth. I recognized him instantly, but no one else around appeared 2 even B able 2 C him. He was invisible only 2 me, and ran past me saying, “watch out Mark, they’re trying 2 set U up”, and he quickly kept running off, down a long jogging trail, just beyond the park property, actually, a defunked old army area, used for war games or the gods only know what, decades ago. One minute later, a slew of girls from 8 to 14 come along and start talking 2 me. I got away from them as fast as I could, and within another quarter minute or so, along came 4 police officers, as though they were trying to bate me into a sex offender crime. All this occurred shortly after I began discussing a major thing with a female ranger there at the park, by the name of Rosa-lee. She was thinking of being in a movie that I was trying to make, but never worked out, and it was sort of a HAIR 2, if I am permitted to do a sequel, as I felt the need to show the world that wild stuff is indeed ongoing, and that Donna is at the very bottom of it all, probably one of the gods living on Earth, with, like me, some or lots of memory regarding her true existence. Computer hacking/acting up, very bad today, and U may count on the Dow Jones hitting 12,000 by middle October, 13K by early oh-7, and 20,000 within 3 years or less from today’s date, as no one wishes to help me and get onto my band wagon, and C the evil in its pure form, for exactly what it really is, remember the story that bewares us poor mortals of monsters hidden the bodies of beauty queens, no not your wives and girlfriends, as I am sure lotsa dudes R saying this now 2 themselves, but I didn’t invent the [wolf in sheep’s clothing] story, it is fucking CHRISTIAN BIBLICAL. Do I think some inter-dimensional other President Clinton, was trying 2 warn me of an entrapment, Who fooooookin’ knows???? I have doubles in this dimension and so does my guru/webmaster, Eddie Himacane, as I’ve nicknamed him. There was a Chinese girl who knew me when I went 2 a Chinese restaurant, insisting it was me, and not 2 separate people, even coming over and planting a delicious soaking wet French kiss on me, which was all the appetizer I required, to put it understated. The scum bags are messing with me on the computer, and on top of that, they stopped my watch, 4th time now and 6 times with 2 different watches over the last 2 seasons. At just past one and one half of the clock here at library, in the post meridian, boom, scum-sleaze corporation strikes again, never a split second’s peace for some one carrying the karmic load for the frikkin’ entire world of dirty rotten twisted evil sick selfish sinners.
As for the Dow, 86, 96, and 2006, all devil number ending years [ 6 ], and this is what I can expect, total fucking hell for me, endless hell and death siege, and market to the stars and nebula's, the Phillies will sink now and die, season is over baby, that is all she fucking wrote people, done, gone, fine’, and the Flyers will go straight to #1 position and stay there super strong, all freaking season long, J U S T M A R K M Y WORDS!!!
If by proving myself like this 2 people year after year, this is the 1st year using blogs and computers, but with whatever method that I attempt to employ, and I show literally, a totally unexplainable miracle, and still I am totally ignored, well, that 2 ME PROVES BOTH ETTOS IS REAL, AND MIND DIMENSION 6 AND LAWTRONICS FILTERING DOWN TO THE GODS AND SUBGODS, also is very real. C, U cannot prove or be safe 2 assume that the Dow will be up forever, or Phillies’ll lose, or Flyers’ll win, but by backing me, and getting totally behind me, I can frikkin’ guarantee the biggest bank and or investment house over 1,2,3, maybe 400 % annual profits on their invested monies, if they just would pay a few pennies from their giant piles of wealth, to let me out of a cursed life, and let me start living the life of Trump for example, 8 out of 10 times, forever and ever, unless you cut me off from my little bit of prosperity and protection from my vicious enemies, I could live happier and I do deserve this and more after all I have been put covertly and illegally through, and you greedy cap-pigs would make endless returns on your investments as long as they are centered around sports bets going in a direction of Flyers losing, Phillies winning, and stock market dropping, hence to make a fortune in a bear market, your plan would simply be to ‘sell-short’ your market positions, be it shares of blue chip stocks, indexes, it matters not. This is all so real, and proves, that I have fucking died and definitely gone to hell.
Now 2 times I attempted 2 tell U all about an incident occurring in ’94, in the early autumn, say the first week or 2 in October. I have put this on both MB and MF, and it gets hacked frikkin’ off every damn time. I was watching a TV show called “RESCUE 911”, one night, the episode where the wind glider takes a couple dudes fairly far out into the sea, and they naturally needed rescuing. I fell asleep shortly after finishing watching the show, drifting into a super vivid and fun dream, where I was with an exquisite giant teen queen with long dark hair, and was having a wonderful time with her on the beach, and was not much older than a boy myself in this wild interaction
Long before rap music, gangster rap, and the thug thing with the violence, cop killing, and guns everywhere, in this sick uncultured art if you insist I call it art, my record promoter, a man named William Leonard McKinnon, from Reading, Pa., USA, EARTH, pulled a magnum weapon on me in the scummer of ’80, in Philly, and told me he would definitely shoot me if I did not run the red light ahead of us on Cherry Street, a few blocks from the famous to our tri-state area, at least back then, SIGMA SOUND STUDIOS. He had buddies here at SSS and at the time, I was taking him from the studio to our studio or my place of employment to put it more accurately, RPL , on State & Pierce in the lovely city of CAMDEN, NJ. He would have blown my brains out, believe me, this dude was whack, twisted, and hated us poor honky's, believing that the world owes him and them, the WW {white-world}, that is. Personally, I really feel that if you are not being stopped by forces, as most people are not, and you work hard and set goals, and try hard, and do not walk on people and make enemies, anyone can get filthy or at least semi-dirty rich in this great land. But all this happened 2 or more years before rap and guns and all of it was in even its infancy stages. When I sent accidentally onto a cassette's flip side, a tape to the Arista Record Company the following year, 1981, I had a strange thing occur, a tape got cued up in a way before the start of a tune in the tape, that made it sound as though it was dubbed from a digital CD player or some similar system, and a rumor began circulating in the musical industry, started by a man named Hal David, a real prick at least to me, that I was an alien from the future, as when 5 years ticked by afterwards, the very brand new machines out, would indeed do this when cuing them up to start running a dub. Then other things happened to tapes, changing sounding voices, cassettes sounding a bit like they were breaking the music limits for how much program they can contain at low distortion levels. Some people when I sent tapes to them said, they are better that a CD, how can this be? Answer is 2 things, yea, I am a professional tape duplicator, and am good at making dubbed tapes, but in addition, I now know for a fact and have figured this out from quite a while back, that Goddess Diana Z. Arteemis, causes the tapes that I make, to sound better, than they would ordinarily. All these things combined, started getting me watched and yes, followed when out on the road in my car. It mattered none if I were driving to work, the mall, the food store, a friends house, the beach, you freaking name it. Then, after my first communications with lightning directly, things worsened, and later still, when I told a friend whom I had met at the #113 Caldor Department store, as we were both guards hired there, about the great Sarah, after getting into our legal vehicle, parked outside the Medport Diner in Medford,NJ, all hell broke loose, and the demons never looked back from that day forward. An off duty police officer armed with a huge shotgun, and with a giant dangerous powerful German Sheppard dog, made us without telling us boo, stand frozen still, while he literally tore my poor old car apart, glove box, seats, trunk, it was a mess, and wrecked. When mom called the Sergeant at the station that night to complain a bit about our treatment, she was brushed off, and hung up on. To finish the story of the dream that never makes it onto any blog, I did not remember in any part of my beingness that I was with the all mighty, the great Sarah Krassle [SSJKK]. This lovely queen and I had the most wonderful time we ever had together, it went on what seemed like a quarter of a MK. We had a device that could catapult us out hundreds of miles into the seas, and back to the shores again, and we were so happy, and she knew me, but would not tell me who I really was, nor whom she was, we were as though we had discovered each other for the first time. I asked her to be mine forever, to marry me. She stared at me with her huge brown eyes and said without hesitation, yes. Just then her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Krassle, came along and forced me away from her and I walked off of the beach, looking back only once after a few seconds and said to her in a sad and melancholy way, “HAVE A NICE LIFE”. I turned right at the boardwalk heading north in what would be AC, NJ in human life. Within 2 years or less, and with the direct assistance from the I-Ching, I managed to remember it all, put lots of jumbled things together, and from there, my great search and quest to find the all mighty Jehovah goddess began from here. I originally parked either at John King’s Bus Garage lot’s next door area, a shared area, some of it reserved only for workers of the CCC [CASINO CONTROL COMMISSION], and a private other area of lot space for public vehicle parking, or sometimes I parked at metered spots on South Carolina [SC] Sarah Callio, Avenue, but when at the lot, I would dig for info with the 2 dudes that ran it for their Greek owner parents, as I think they tore down a small restaurant, and as the song goes, put up one of Joanie Mitchel's parking lots. The names of these 2 young fellows of 20 and 25 at the time in ’97, were John-20, and his older 25 year old brother, Photeous. I still think that was no way a coincidence on the All My Children TV soap show, with their character Proteus, back earlier in this century, yea, I keep my hand in, I am always watching the world as they use my numerous ideas and painful life experiences for their capital profits. This is why real nice people believe that business is cold, hard, cruel, without humanness, nor feeling. After-all, for 6 billion bucks and then another 6 and another, I could never dream of profiting off of your pain, any of you. As for weather systems I cause when my tek is not hacked out, I never asked to be in this awful fucking war, and innocent casualties are and will always be, part of any and all types of war. You are kidding yourselves, to believe otherwise.
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Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Movement
Stage 11 [ELEVEN]
Not a lot 2 say today, actually, the big north wind could always talk down a twister. I simply mean to say that harassment's are a bit less, and compared to last 5, 10 30 100 days, it is a bit quieter. Eddie Himacane is working on the MF [MORIANITY FOUNDATION] web pages and we hope to get the site up and running on a small scale in a weeks time now. There are many things I will be correcting later on regarding prior blogged errors, both on MB and MF.
I recently told yalls that I write a lot of music, and this is one very good way to spread a message. I have written songs that talk about quantum physics and electricity being intelligent, as well as loud thumping dance and hip hop and late 70’s disco stuff as well. I believe that one must spread out a bit, after-all, who is going to listen to songs that always are out there a few dozen parsecs? Hence, I mix these types of lyrical content, in with a song I did for example back in ’83, called HEAT ON YOUR FEET.
For those who think that software existed in the sixties through eighties, to sample sound and type in a song, and make the King, or Britney, or whomever, sing it, forget it. So later on my website, when all kinds of wild truths come out, don’t friggin’ go assuming it is all some sort of a high-tek trick. I was the one being tricked and fooled by Olympian gods and goddesses, or said better, I was the victim of a major LAWTRONICALLY PROGRAMMED nightmare, that I had absolutely nothing 2 do with. How about the Vera Miles Twilight Zone Krassle’s Brother thing, what did the dude have for crissake, a frikkin’ 'Skytorcycle'? I said a FIRKIN hawk in a prior blog, and no, it is not a rare species of the hawk, just me and my dumb typo’s at work, again, sahwee!!!!! G- I’m so velly velly sahwee, I am only human, I screw up from time 2 time. Iiiiikkkkiu, and prickadoo, I spelled it firkin, but meant 2 write FRIKIN. Ani-who Morians/Lessians, I am proud 2 say that in time, you will C A great website up here on the system, and I will blog its address when ready, at first and naturally so, site maintenance will occur a bit, as we construct and refine and improve, and add this and that, won’t B an overnight deal. Try 2 C, that my time at the studio [RPL], had major life changing effects on me, as was planned by Donna, the great. B4 I worked there, she comes 2 me in a dream and does all the shit I told U about on prior blog entry. Then the time I was there from late July of ’79, through mid March of ’81, had the wildest stuff happen that U will never believe, I know it already. But will still attempt 2 tell. VERY POWERFUL PEOPLE ARE DISGRUNTLED WITH ME, Mr. Scott Ransom, of Todd Realty, but was with Jackson & Jackson, when he said this 2 me. With ME? What did I ever do to disgruntle any of U wicked rotten bastards? If I had broken the law, Ida been prosecuted. If I had done something otherwise actionable, Ida been civy-sued. I never did squat, so quit playing games with me, I ain’t quite as dumb as I look 4 crissake!!!!!!!!
South-pole frequencies amplified with hundreds of mega-volts in oscillating wavelengths, can be very destructive to cellular life. North-pole freaks have no baddies, and trying to find the exact combination of frequencies to be high-power generated, used 2 B a difficult task, as out of nonillions of combinations, what odds does an MRI technician or radiologist, have, of finding the correct formula in electricity so to speak? But with new inventions that I personally have seen, one in Glassboro, NJ, USA, Earth, you can separate all north and south generation, as there R bad south ones, but there R no bad north ones, so now with this separation of polarity added to frequency generators, you can run the scales, minute after minute, run hundreds of varying harmonics simultaneously from direct current low to 5 THZ high, in unlimited combinations and not missing any possible notes on the keyboard so to speak. Since each has a magic keynote so 2 speak, that unlocks the box, and lets the hand in, that can repair and reverse damage and time related effects to these cells, in reality, they R now totally re-programmed, and operating at the height of performance. I really hope lots of rich people get these, and get themselves stuck in their stupid rotten dreams, forever, and know at least on a human level, and frame of mind, what total hell is really all about.
For all the good people of the world, don’t curse yourselves by staying longer in your current dream sequences. There is nothing here to get all that excited about. Would I like a better life? Sure. Some money, a career, a nice wife and family, and normality, sure I would. But knowing what I know, you could offer me the moon and stars and much more, but if I had to stay here much longer to make that deal, screw it, my sentence is hell now, I do not know any jail birds that R looking 2 add time to their sentences, so Y should you or me for crissake?????
Not a lot 2 say today, actually, the big north wind could always talk down a twister. I simply mean to say that harassment's are a bit less, and compared to last 5, 10 30 100 days, it is a bit quieter. Eddie Himacane is working on the MF [MORIANITY FOUNDATION] web pages and we hope to get the site up and running on a small scale in a weeks time now. There are many things I will be correcting later on regarding prior blogged errors, both on MB and MF.
I recently told yalls that I write a lot of music, and this is one very good way to spread a message. I have written songs that talk about quantum physics and electricity being intelligent, as well as loud thumping dance and hip hop and late 70’s disco stuff as well. I believe that one must spread out a bit, after-all, who is going to listen to songs that always are out there a few dozen parsecs? Hence, I mix these types of lyrical content, in with a song I did for example back in ’83, called HEAT ON YOUR FEET.
For those who think that software existed in the sixties through eighties, to sample sound and type in a song, and make the King, or Britney, or whomever, sing it, forget it. So later on my website, when all kinds of wild truths come out, don’t friggin’ go assuming it is all some sort of a high-tek trick. I was the one being tricked and fooled by Olympian gods and goddesses, or said better, I was the victim of a major LAWTRONICALLY PROGRAMMED nightmare, that I had absolutely nothing 2 do with. How about the Vera Miles Twilight Zone Krassle’s Brother thing, what did the dude have for crissake, a frikkin’ 'Skytorcycle'? I said a FIRKIN hawk in a prior blog, and no, it is not a rare species of the hawk, just me and my dumb typo’s at work, again, sahwee!!!!! G- I’m so velly velly sahwee, I am only human, I screw up from time 2 time. Iiiiikkkkiu, and prickadoo, I spelled it firkin, but meant 2 write FRIKIN. Ani-who Morians/Lessians, I am proud 2 say that in time, you will C A great website up here on the system, and I will blog its address when ready, at first and naturally so, site maintenance will occur a bit, as we construct and refine and improve, and add this and that, won’t B an overnight deal. Try 2 C, that my time at the studio [RPL], had major life changing effects on me, as was planned by Donna, the great. B4 I worked there, she comes 2 me in a dream and does all the shit I told U about on prior blog entry. Then the time I was there from late July of ’79, through mid March of ’81, had the wildest stuff happen that U will never believe, I know it already. But will still attempt 2 tell. VERY POWERFUL PEOPLE ARE DISGRUNTLED WITH ME, Mr. Scott Ransom, of Todd Realty, but was with Jackson & Jackson, when he said this 2 me. With ME? What did I ever do to disgruntle any of U wicked rotten bastards? If I had broken the law, Ida been prosecuted. If I had done something otherwise actionable, Ida been civy-sued. I never did squat, so quit playing games with me, I ain’t quite as dumb as I look 4 crissake!!!!!!!!
South-pole frequencies amplified with hundreds of mega-volts in oscillating wavelengths, can be very destructive to cellular life. North-pole freaks have no baddies, and trying to find the exact combination of frequencies to be high-power generated, used 2 B a difficult task, as out of nonillions of combinations, what odds does an MRI technician or radiologist, have, of finding the correct formula in electricity so to speak? But with new inventions that I personally have seen, one in Glassboro, NJ, USA, Earth, you can separate all north and south generation, as there R bad south ones, but there R no bad north ones, so now with this separation of polarity added to frequency generators, you can run the scales, minute after minute, run hundreds of varying harmonics simultaneously from direct current low to 5 THZ high, in unlimited combinations and not missing any possible notes on the keyboard so to speak. Since each has a magic keynote so 2 speak, that unlocks the box, and lets the hand in, that can repair and reverse damage and time related effects to these cells, in reality, they R now totally re-programmed, and operating at the height of performance. I really hope lots of rich people get these, and get themselves stuck in their stupid rotten dreams, forever, and know at least on a human level, and frame of mind, what total hell is really all about.
For all the good people of the world, don’t curse yourselves by staying longer in your current dream sequences. There is nothing here to get all that excited about. Would I like a better life? Sure. Some money, a career, a nice wife and family, and normality, sure I would. But knowing what I know, you could offer me the moon and stars and much more, but if I had to stay here much longer to make that deal, screw it, my sentence is hell now, I do not know any jail birds that R looking 2 add time to their sentences, so Y should you or me for crissake?????
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All
events, as well as the paralleling of them, or its phenomenon; are
actually then, on a subspace scale, as numerons. I am not implying
that every value of cosmic energy or every single sub-particle or
wave, has an actual assigned numeration, but I am saying that things
are operating all around us in waking world reality, AS
IF IT REALLY DOES. To quote the great guitar player who
used to play in the HEROES BAND with Robert
Hazard, Mister Pete Smith from new Jersey, back in the early
nineteen-eighties, “This is scarey”! Yeah, it really kinda is,
yo!
Let
me tell you a little bit about the Astral World
Authority or the AWA
for short, known by only a very few folks here on the waking
world Earth-planet system of physical tangible life, as the
Millionth-Council.
These entities are the absolute quintessential experts and team
leaders when it comes to the very mysterious and multi-faceted
systems of Mind
Control.
I promise all of my Blogaudians that it is absolutely NO ACCIDENT,
that those two letters (M) & ©, when converted as their
initials, into ENGLISH (United States of America) language; the
alphabetic numeron reality comes
out as the digits of (3) and (4).
These two digits, when used in what Morianity
labels as the Dual Equational
Function Conversion
(DEF-CON), interestingly enough when
abbreviated, and further proving all of
Morianity's concepts of Redfield-Symbolism; equals the number
1,984. I will gladly tell all of you how this number is reached. I am
not here to make up wild stories and then leave things all weird, and
dark, and mysteriously misunderstood, and forever unexplained. Any
two digits, such in the case of '3' and '4' for example, are valued
in both of their mathematical functions first, and these functions
are addition and multiplication. The other two functions are nothing
more than the real two that are inverted, or subtraction in the
inverse of addition, and division is the inverse of multiplication.
Math only HAS TWO FUNCTIONS, from where many
equations are all worked around. So we add
the 3 and the 4, and the sum is 7.
Then we multiply the 3 and the 4, and
the product is 12. But the two
math functions are done twice and is why this is called DUAL
FUNCTION. So we now have the numbers 7 and 12. So again, we
add 7+12, and we get 19.
Then we multiply the 7X12, and we get
84. This gives us the four digits of
1-9-8-4. Before moving this on folks, I
fell under a major assault at 2:54 on this Thursday morning.
As I was typing this out, a gigantic fucking
filthy cockroach crawled along the wall in front of my computer work
station. I managed to kill the mother fucking thing; kind
Sheriff Mascara sir. But an hour ago, my
annoying cunt eating upstairs nabe, Mizz dirt ball Hammering-Harriet,
was annoying me with strange loud
sounds on my mother fucking ceiling.
I absolutely know that she has been “DUAL-INCORPORATED”
with the mother fucking dirtbag
'MILI-2-FORCE'.
I refer you Sheriff sir, to a marvelous book that was written about
two decades ago give or take, by an author
by the name of Doctor Bruce Goldberg. The book
title is “Time
Travelers
From
Our
Future”.
In this book sir, is an entire chapter that was devoted to the topic
of what my morianity calls the BRIGGBASE, as I have traveled to there
in my spirit, to use a forward-mortal-illusion term here, and I have
seen that place that this great book was making mention of. The
chapter that I speak of is called, “MAKE
HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT”. You truly need to get that book
and read it, kind ?Sheriff KJM, if you ever really wish to help me
out at all, kind sir!!!! But let us get back now onto the pernt,
Mister Archibald Bunkerqueens; of the other
non-Harrah
DEF-CON stuff
here!!!!!!!!!!
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LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
WANING
GIBBOUS 7:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6
F.Q.
WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6
WXG7
F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5
WNG6
WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4
WNC5
WNC6 N.M.
NM=NEW
MOON
FQ=FIRST
FOURTH PHASE
FM=2nd
QUARTER PHASE-FULL MOON
LQ=LAST
FOURTH PHASE
WX=WAXING
MOON (GROWING LARGER)
WN=WANING
MOON (GROWING SMALLER)
G=GIBBOUS
OR LARGER PHASE MOONS
C=CRESCENT
OR SMALLER PHASE MOONS
FQ,
FM, LQ, NM HAVE ONE DAY PHASE
ALL
GIBBOUS AND CRESCENT MOONS HAVE EITHER 6 OR 7 DAY PHASES OF SIZE
ALTERATIONS.
GREEN
PRINTED PHASE IS CURRENT ONE,
WANING
GIBBOUS 7:7
#25---3-4-7-4---(-160)---0680---$27.20
#26---6-8-6-4---(+150)---0830---$31.92
#27---5-2-6-5---(+030)---0860---$31.85
#28---4-5-5-5---(+030)---0890---$31.79
#29---6-4-5-5---(+050)---0940---$32.41
#30---5-6-3-5---(+050)---0990---$33.00
#31---3-7-6-4---(+090)---1080---$34.84
#32---4-3-5-5---(-020)---1060---$33.13
#33---3-7-5-3---(+050)---1110---$33.64
#34---5-6-4-3---(-030)---1080---$31.76
#35---2-3-4-3---(-390)---0690---$19.71
No
folks, I didn't care, and I always
knew it would happen.
There was simply zero shock or surprise factor
here. “I already knew it”,
oh wonderful, marvelous,great, terrific, 1983
United States Copyright © Office. I had no 'L.C. pliens'
whatsoever, of mother fucking returning to
any GAMBLING CASINOS. I was merely proving
to this ignorant and quite blind EARTH-PLANET that indeed people;
'NEGAMAGGING'
IS VERY REAL, and is
absolutely true, and happening to me,
in my life; ever since 1986, where the practice
of PARALLEL EVENT has been illegally
misused and abused by powerful HALLS
FAWCES,
to obtain an objective.
'HURT POOR ME WITH ENDLESS SIEGE AND PERSECUTION, AND IT BLESSES
THEIR WICKED CAPITALISTIG EVIL EMPIRE'. This is why the
most wonderful man in the US GOVERNMENT, Senator Bernie Sanders,
HATES WALL STREET,
AND THEIR EVIL DEMONIC GREED, every bit as much as the Mountainpen
does, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo. YES PEOPLE, I FEEL THE BURN, I
FEEL THE BURN, I FEEL THE BURN, GO GO GO BERNIE, YES PEOPLE, I FEEL
THE BURN, I FEEL THE BURN, I FEEL THE BURN, GO GO GO BERNIE, YES
PEOPLE, I FEEL THE BURN, I FEEL THE BURN, I FEEL THE BURN, GO GO GO
BERNIE, YES PEOPLE, I FEEL THE BURN, I FEEL THE BURN, I FEEL THE
BURN, GO GO GO BERNIE, YES PEOPLE, I FEEL THE BURN, I FEEL THE BURN,
I FEEL THE BURN, GO GO GO BERNIE!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW
BIG LOVELY OPRAH
Now
in 2015, the STATS section for
bloggers at this website, enabled for a blogger to cut
and paste in those two charts as shown below. Now, they
cannot be CAPPED in.
GEE
I VERILY WONDER JUST WHY THIS IS?
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For
the past three days, I have had very serious diareah assaults, given
to me obviously from the mighty and demonic evil MILITUFORCE. I will
make an appointment with my PCP if it does not get better by the
weekend, yo. I am taking double doses of Metamucil, and no I won't
wet my pants Lenny, OR PATTY, or any great book authors either in or
out of the great L&O-TV show!
Just
shy of five this evening, I took a brown-out attack, and it was one
of the strange ones that only lasted a second, and only
turned off some of the electric circuits in my apartment and
not the entire place. It did kill my Comcast system and it takes
forever to reboot as any Comcast customer knows only too well, and
the system needs to be rebooted every single day, a real pain in the
mother fucking asshole, squared.
EMF---EMF---EMF---EMF---EMF---EMF---EMF---EMF---EMF---EMF---EMF
ELECTROMAGNETIC
FIELDS
VERSES ELECTROMOTIVE
FORCE,
IN ALL FIVE DIMENSIONS OF THE HYPERSPACE!!!!!!!!!!
The
news today showed the Titanic
Ship underneath the great
Atlantic Ocean; further proving to me,
that I am not living in one universe, and am
continually switching around the fifth dimensional hyperspace
of the multi-meta verse system. I say that because the ship is under
the damn ocean. I know FOR A FUCKING CUNT HUFFING FACT that in a
different world, some years back; this ship was raised. Either I am
going completely and totally off of my mother fucking nut here,
Mister Jimmy Wonderfulife Stuart, sir; or else I am having your
Angel-Bridge experience over and over. Like WONDERFUL OPRAH WINFREY
ON STEROIDS, or a huge Stacey Bank Truck from Canada with the great
super words printed on it,
“WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!!!! TEE HEE HEE
Lilly Munster and Jane Weeds Sleaze Disease Fonda; YOU MISSED ME,
YO, 55555555555555555555555555555555555!
I
was at my Aunt Gerry's home again LAST NIGHT or really, somewhere in
middle morning today, Thursday, in a parallel reality where there is
no fireplace in their living room and again, my mom or her sister in
law was there as well. She kept telling me to go to bed over and
over, and I was in the master bedroom and their was a Privecode
Machine in there, and it was going off. The little red line at the
left of the screen was flashing, and then on
came the three digit number code of 7-2-9.
Chronologically this would be the twenty-ninth
of July the seventh month. Whether this has a meaning of any
real significance, is not known by me right now. But
AGAIN, lightning was coming to me, and communicating with me,
first by flashing lovely colorful
lightning outside of the dining room
window, in that previous interaction, and then now, by calling into
the Privecode Machine, with what I used to call, HER
transdimensional-lightning. This also happened to be Halloween Day.
There was no calendar on the wall that I could see, however, large
groups of 'trick-or-treaters' were coming towards the front door to
the home. I even heard someone say, “We know you're in there, we
can see the lights on”. A strange thing to say, as many peeps
leave lights on, home or not, but I'm just here reporting this news,
not trying to make any of it up out of whole cloth, yo! After Diana
called through and left the code #729;
I for whatever reason, or actually 'my double' (doppelganger),
began screaming at the top of my-his lungs,
while gazing outside a window that faced the patio and rear yard,
visible from one of the master bedroom windows. I cannot remember
what I was screaming, but it was at the top of my lungs.
Hey
folks, I don't have all the answers by any stretch, and I am no
lovely Patricia Hollister. BUTTERCHEESE and big ass BUTT and but, I
do know that there are things going on all around me that if any of
us had a tiny grasp on in absolute totality, we all would be as
insane and loony as a million fucking coo coo birds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am getting A MAJOR
OUTSIDE
ASSAULT
ON ME, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR
WITH SOME EVIL SATANIC FUCKING GANG FROM DOGTOWN, REVVING ENGINES,
AND MAKING ALL SORTS OF UNHOLY ILLEGAL LOUD
SOUNDS AT HALF PAST ELEVEN AT NIGHT!!!!
ONLY
MOTHER
FUCKING GAMES
can
explain this whole ugly rotten diseased mess straight out of the
gates, quite literally, and yes Spellchecker, thermonuclear gates
of, DOGTOWN,
so let's discuss this dog shit for a while, peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Remember back when my blogs were new in 2006 and 2007, while
blogging using the laptop belonging to Mister
Eddie 'Himacane' Lynch,
and I would type things such as two
and it would come out 'tow',
or use
and it would come out 'sue'
or games
of the gods, and it would come out as 'gasme'
which is merely games scrambled up alphabetically, yo? Still we're
left to ponder and wonder and query on the concept here of 'GAS
ME',
since someone
may have done just that on June the 4th
in
the year of 1983,
while I resided in that house of quintessential mystery. Owned by
real estate investor Mister Jerry Pliner, at 134 Norris (kicker
garages)
Avenue, in Atco, NO
JOYSEY,
DPAESMWG! As I typed that out, the old 'space-bar-hack'
was
given to me making the words all weird and in need of repair. Still,
this is a large wild crazy ass world, and quite an amazing place
too. Still, in all the online cyber village called INTERNET, I am
just about positive that there is no other writing anywhere that
tells the truth about the gods and their games, and the reasons for
them, which is of course, a distraction for them, away from the
HELLISHNESS
of
ENDLESSNESS.
This is a very major deal, because it is a GIGANTIC
FRICKIN' SECRET,
and has been covered up a long time, until
my MORIANITY has come along TO EXPOSE IT,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
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TRANSMISSION.
MY
STORY TELLS ITSELF, so the world can suppress it all they
want to, but just who really is the world? I
know the answer, and I am going to tell you the answer, it is the
National Broadcasting Company of America, better known as the NBC
television network. I despise these crumbs, and everyone connected
to them, without exception. They literally want to rule the
world, not by armies, but by a much more influential and easy to
operate weapon with virtually no fall out or consequences to them in
any way, even if it should fail eventually, which is highly
doubtful. Literally, if this was Rome 2000 years ago, in the empire,
I would call NBC, Ceasers Megaphone. They want to dictate to us
24-7-365, what to think, what to wear, what to say, what is popular,
what to listen to and watch, and on and on and on and on. My hugest
disappointment in all of this, was the computer world invention. The
reason this never allowed me a chance to tell my hell and all about
these wicked mother fuckers, is because before internet ever opened
its doors, NBC and the others as well that shortly followed, totally
had their powerful bicep muscles in a major fucking ethereal choke
hold, on the necks of all of us. If they like you, you stand a
chance to at least be heard. If they hate you, this new tool can
only serve, to make things far worse than the days before all of
this fucking garbage was invented by them and their henchmen. You
cannot win by trying to watch lots of other channels besides the
main network number in a local area, such as Channel-5 here in mine.
The NBC is a network, and they have swallowed up the entire system
for the most part, they have the weather-channel and most of
everything else that I watch from time to time. I am about to start
watching ONLY the TBN NETWORK, where they cannot get their grubby
fucking Satanic hands on everything, and influence it all under
their 'Hitleristic' power and domination! These mother fuckers make
me literally sick to my mother fucking stomach.
On
this day, back in mother fucking 1997, my mom was struck with a
mystery illness that took her life very brutally, twenty-six months
afterwards, as she lingered in mental and physical agony during
those months of terror and nightmare fucking hot hell. So happy
unholy anniversary, 12-26-97/12-26-14, or 17 year anniversary. I
fucked up on a recent blog and said that biblical generations were
either 20, 30, 70, or 100 years, the 30 was my error, as the '3' and
the '4' are next to each other on the keyboard as you all know, and
I meant 40, not 30, 'just saying'. When the time is right, I
will show you more things about how being off in a mathematical
equation by a few numbers, all ties together in very wild ways, but
I do not know how simple I can relate the story, but I'll try. Just
not right now on this blog.
Thank
you very much for getting this death siege to break off for me on
this 26th day of Microsucks Lightbulb Hack December, in
this nightmare year of 2014. Very quiet and serene, thank you so
very much. I'll take what little bit I am ever able to get, and I'll
love it, Pam, mahm!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
HERE
IS THE GENERAL INFORMATION PIP. NO CANDY BARS FOR MISTER BILLY
MUMMY.
Hey,
I know the score, Angel-Guides of
FOREVER-NESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YUK!!!!
HOW
I LOVE MY BEAUTIFUL COLORFUL MOONS OF THE ES CHARTER SCHOOL OF PORT
SAINT LUCIE, FLORIDA, USA, WOW!!!!!!!
AFTER
MORIANITY PROJECT SAFE JOURNAL
CHAPTER
NAME----
'THE
STOCK MARKET CROSSES OVER 18000'
I
give them glory when all they ever did to me for decades was make
fuckiGN fun of me here and there, and fucking cunt laugh?
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
You
see, if anyone real is out here, somewhere in the world, ld,
maybe in Mother Russia or the gods only know where, this is why
no one is willing to help me. They know all about all of us, and
have the goods on all of us, and if anyone steps out of fucking
line in this evil empire-USA, BOOM, there simply put is just no
way to mother fucking ever win, Misses Chiffon.
You
see, tonight I put this together in a hearts knowledge, where
before this, it was sort of there in me, but in an head-knowledge
only kind of a way. Up-beat attitudes Twinbay, yeah right, you
try it if you knew what I knew, no puns there.
The
great and powerful StOZck Market.
''COME FORWARD””. Hear ye hear ye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BY DECEMBER,
IT WILL BE 18,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 20,000, AND BY END OF 2015,
IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. IT WILL CRACK
OVER THE 18,000 LATER TODAY, THIS FRIDAY, BANK FUCKING ON
IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG
HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER
THE FUCKING CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS
MISERABLE ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT
NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW
WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND
HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!
Hay,
the majority of mother fucking people are never going in the true
direction. If any of you think that the majority of people or
power in the days of 30 AD, were on the side of Jesus, you are
vastly in error. They freed a fucking murderer and sent him to be
agonizingly tortured to death. Forget that this was all planned
in this videogame simulation millions of years ago or more, I
mean, just take the facts at face value, like most of you out
here love to do anyway. People think the majority of people are
gun owners, wrong again. I checked this out for myself.
Sir
James Knowitall Burr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So just what
really are powerful LOIS FOCA AGE-10 CONNECTIONS, you may be
inquisitive about, or maybe like Cuzz Don, you don't give a shit.
Folks, why in the name of hell would I have weird dreams about
people I don't know at all, such as the miscarriage of P at 1802
Robin Hill??????????????? Still just think I am haunted, to quote
Muscleman-RPL-Studio-1980-guy???????????? The odds that this is
all from pigging out on Kate's pizza over and over, and nothing
else, are quintillions to one against being so, IPYT peeps!
I
have temporary nerve damage and cannot make my normal signature,
and I have cunt chewing fucking bills to pay in a couple weeks.
Also, this is a very fucking cunt painful problem. I believe it
connects to my being cut off medication that I was on since 1983,
and fully plan to engage the services of an
injury attorney soon, and if I can't get them to take my case;
I will file myself against the AMA, I have
fucking cunt rights in this cunt chewing evil land, and before
you monster bastards kill me, I PLAN TO GO
DOWN SWINGING REAL CUNT CHEWING FUCKIGN ASS HARD; AND
IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Between
all this hell, my apartment being robbed at least once and
probably twice, since I know I had my most recent forms from the
medicaid office and they vanished along with the copyright
certificate. There's no way this is all not totally connected
with problems that go not only back to 1967 and the Shah of Iran
and Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason, but thousands of years before
this. I KNOW WHAT I KNOW, AND WOOOOOOOOOOLF TO YOU ALL! If you
mother fuckers had to live through this nightmare hell without
end, you would act and talk like you were stuck in a fucking
endless cunt chewing time warp too. I Tahren-tee-it, George and
Reika Gandhi. !!!!!!!! Oh you had better bet, Mister fucking Ward
Cleaver sir, that this is why their DOW JONES flew up nearly a
thousand fucking points yesterday, people. So don't give me
props, I know I'm a mother fucking prophet, and so do the
McDonald Dancers of Southeastern Moorestown, NJ-USA!
Lovely
Pam Bondi, They are not going to let me
ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne
Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I
know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are
not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My
life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me
ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne
Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I
know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are
not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My
life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me
ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne
Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I
know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are
not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My
life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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just what does code number 7-2-9 really mean I wonder. That isn't
a calendar date with any significance for the Mountainpen. At
least I do not think that it is, kind folks!
Boy
oh boy oh boy, Uncle Billy, what a lousy rotten life I am having
here in fifth dimensional hyperspace, yo!
When
I figure out what DIANA wants me to
know about '729', believe me world, I WILL IMPART THAT
INFORMATION TO ALL OF YOU AS WELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!!!
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DECEMBER
26, 2014,
FRIDAY
NIGHT AT 11:55,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 71 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY, (H-75/L-56),
HUMIDITY
IS 94%, FEELING 76 DEGREES.
I
GOT BAD MEDICAL NEWS FROM THE MEDICAL LABS, AND PLAN ON GETTING MY
FUCKING CUNT AFFAIRS INTO ORDER SO
I CAN DIE THIS COMING YEAR,
AS
FORETOLD!
I
look very forward to my death.
It is the most beautiful possible thing that could happen to me
after
60 years of horrendous mother fucking hell.
Atheists say, WOW, time for your reward, HEAVEN,
eternal
sleep.
BOY, I
fucking cunt hope so.
Of course I know there is no such things as eternal sleep, but it
makes a great fucking fairy tale, YO!
Personally,
I have been struck since 1986 with this death beam from the CIA and
military cove-ops. This is why my insides are bleeding, Pam Bondi,
and World Court at the Hague. This
was cold blooded covert murder against an innocent citizen,
and it will go completely
unpunished.
But probably, this ornery old mother fucker will go on and last
years yet, who fucking knows? Well, until the mother fucking medical
community gets their hands on me and kills me on the op table. I
already have it fixed so lots of foreign press will get a lot of
shit from me if I am killed by this operation next year. Hay
God, get a life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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LUNAR
PHASE: WANING GIBBOUS 6:7
This
has been a real bad major DEATH SIEGE FOR ME
RECENTLY, SHERIFF MASCARA, KIND WONDERFUL SIR. Right now I am under
a Senator BERNIE SANDERS 'HUUUUUUUUGE' RED ALERT, AKA ON MORIANITY
AS A:
**RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT**
**RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT**
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ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT**
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No
I couldn't stop hearing this in my mind, over
and over again,
“Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”
“Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle” “Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle” “Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”!!!!!!!!
W—O—W,
YO, great SSJK Bank Trucks, &
W—O—W,
Mister freaking Macy, kind sir!
MORIANITY
may have been a
complete freaking failure; but I
will trudge along, endlessly; I promise,
WOMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Holy
Mo;
this
is frikkin' ridiculous, Mister Kaiter.
Hay
Queen Katy from 1997, did
I just say redeeeeeeeeeeekulous?????
Is it true, Babs and Jewels??? WOW, does
this have a fucking back cover,
tall lovely goddess of abscesses and political woes???? Hey I'm
fucking running for the job next election, please fucking vote for
me, me' great peeps, YO!
TANKS, and WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!
How-bout we take your transdimensional speed boat and instead of
crashing it, unk John, and Cuzz JS-Huntington-Mason; we take it to
the Astral Condo of the damn ass death angel, and find out why
Summer won't quit re-tracing me up in 2294? And it may not be Mizz
DS who is perhaps retracing me, as I have been so wisely informed by
the
great Sir Mister NG-ADS.
Then, we
can always get back
Jim
Rockford and Danny Ocean 'beat-ups'
or also to eating luscious ice cream sundae's at DQ, and getting
beat up by tall goddesses
who can really belt out the notes and the broken bones, huh James
Maverick Rockford Looseteeth? JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!
SO
WHAT CAN YOU
DO WITH ALL OF THIS,
MIGHTY AWESOME AND WISE, NG-ADS????
I'll
tell you right now that I cannot wait to tell many powerful truths
much longer, and originally, was planning indeed to wait until I had
somehow managed to accumulate all, or at least MOST OF the facts,
that pertain to the four demo tunes from
the year 1980, and my stay at 1802
Robin Hill 'non-Tobycouch' Apartments with that wizard
piano playing police detective of NYC, Mister
Brad Bellflower. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,
I must wait for certain things before I can talk about them, such
as legal stuff, BUT and a BIG
ASS
BUTT
folks, I cannot wait for other stuff, and must talk now, in
case it may be TOO LATE, without any of
Sir Ernie Merker's golden fate, also from that very mysterious year
of 1980 and moving into RH Apartments on the first of
May!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am going to tell you all what NG-ADS (New
Group-Alpha Deep Six) told me back late in 2018 that totally
frickin' blew my pussy licking mind to DOGTOWN, AND
BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems that he and a pal of his read some
stuff on early Jersey blogs of Mountainpen. I also talked about it
some more after first blogging again here in Florida, early in the
year of 2010. I am discussing the five hundred million dollar
secret, or the [{(FHMDS)}] when abbreviated
for later repeating purposes, here on the BOM.
So it seems that I was right all along and in no way being paranoid
about the huge coverup of the old Glassboro State College and the
mysteriously gifted Mizz Patterson, who maybe lip synced those disco
tunes, and maybe NAUT MIZZ AT&T BLAKE, but it appears that a lot
of things were buzzed around earlier in this century, especially
after the BOM all began in the beginning of the year 2006 on the
Blogger Website. NG-ADS told me something that I thought I would
never be guilty of, you know, playing mind and head games with one's
own self, because the possible truths involved would be too much
beyond unfathomable on steroids. This very same thing is why Jesus
was not recognized after the resurrection, by those who had known
HIM, and the buzz then was that HE appeared somewhat physically
different, only HE did not. This entire thing that I still have
intentionally failed to make absolutely clear as of yet on this
blog, at any time, back then and right up to this very current
second of the STM, is the major key ingredient, in the opinion of
this very prophetic man and his buddy, that makes them believe that
only TIME TRAVELERS, spiritual or
space-ship-physical, MUST BE INVOLVED
with this entire messy lousy ass rotten puke sniffing quintessential
nightmare, CUBED
and CUBAN!!!!!!!!!!
I know for a fact that he is
correct because this is just too far beyond any
possible rational deal because who am I for heaven's sake, that all
of this would be being done to me, and all around me, for fifty
freaking plus years now, since I was a boy of
fourteen years of age? It was then him who reminded me, of
why various regions within localized hyperspace as Morianity
believes is all real, have had all these things go down as they did,
RIGHT UP TO AND INCLUDING THE WILD 'DREAM' of windy houses,
slamming doors, and KINGS and QUEENS, and Atco Pliner home scenes
from parallel dimensions where time was ahead of this one, and thus,
it appeared that I envisioned the future where I was living at Judge
Rasso's home with Ann and Dawn King, at 65 Middle Road, in Hanging
in there Hammonton----Berryville, NO JOYSEY back in the summer time
of 2008. This also explains the $500,000,000.00 college name change
deal, as well as the former Head Librarian of Congress being so
totally nervous about, and I quote here now,
Sir Michael Walt Disney Crichton, “getting rid of that little
yellow piece of paper”,
or the attachment that I included with my © material on October 31
of 2007, shortly after the I-Ching Trance was done at Cifaloglio,
allowing me to go backward through physical time illusion, to the
first week in June of 1980; and rehear the
wild song from the DREAM-WORLD, called LOVE
IS FOR CARPENTERS or LOIS-FOCA for short. I now fully believe
that it was the doppelganger TYPE 3 EXPLORATRON or (T3E) inside of
Atlantic City resident at the time in 1980, Mizz PAULA
WAYV-FM RADIO STATION OWNER KING. Do
not get me going past this for right now, or we would be typing a
blog without a break for five straight fucking days and nights; me'
peeps, yo!!!!!!!!! Yes, THE MORNING LIGHT will be talked about major
big time in the following blogs, and so will the mighty Sir NG-ADS
and his incredible revelation about it. For now, let us quickly
gloss over the weather report and then close out the blog. Before
doing so however, Sheriff sir, I FELL UNDER A
RUTHLESS ASSAULT this MOUUUUUUUUUUURNING, sir; from those
bastard mother fucking enemy nabes next door to me in unit #605,
banging doors, hammering, screaming illegal children, yelping
CHI-DOGS, and you name it me' wonderful friend, and kind
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am really UNDER THE GUNS OF
DISASTER right now, SHERIFF KJM, sir. It seems the
MILITUFORCE knows that you would
be on vacation, and this same pattern happened when the Camden
County Prosecutor, up in Jersey was helping me with similar woes and
troubles and miseries, back in the nineties, Mister Ron Wirtz
Senior. WO WIZ ME, without any strobing toy flashlights,
YARRRRRRRRRRRRRR'S, pirate jokes, or half billion dollar time travel
deals from agents of the Exploratronic Supermind Society, yo!!!!
THE
WEATHER CHANNEL REPORT @ 1:17 PM:
SKIES
AND TEMPERATURE-------88
HEAT
INDEX-----------------------98
VISIBILITY----------------10
MILES
WINDS-----E
AT 8 MPH, NO GUSTS
DEWPOINT------------------------74
HUMIDITY----------------------63%
BAROMETRIC
PRESSURE-30.10” & STEADY
AREA
WEATHER PREDICTIONS--------------
A
MIX OF CLOUDS AND SUN WITH A STRAY SHOWER OR THUNDERSTORM POSSIBLE.
WE ARE HOLDING ON THE HIGH TEMP OF THE DAY. WINDS MAY INCREASE IN
TOWN LATER ON TO 10-15 MPH, STILL BLOWING OUT OF THE EAST.
The
ol' mother fucking (`~HACK) is back again, to taunt me and haunt me,
Mizz lovely Ghost whispering Mizz Malinda Gordon!!!!!!!! SO
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THAT. And here we go again Sheriff with
another mother fucking (`~HACK) YO, sir!!!!!!!!!! WOW can I draw the
double line without the hack any more, yo yo yo yo yo yo?????????
I
really pondered and cogitated for years now on just why the
Copyright Office was so interested in my stuff when they never
appeared to be before, on Halloween Day of 2007 or just past. Well
that is not absolutely and totally a true statement. In the 2005
musical project titled “Same Title” by some crazy paper error
accident, and it had a whole different title but now for cosmic
reasons is always to be known as the music project called “SAME
TITLE”, but in 2005, also mailed on 31 October, as was the project
in 1994which was my book titled, “The Permission Barrier, and then
in 2007 also mailed on YARRRRRRRR-DAY for reaosns that only MY
SUBCONSCIOUS MIND UNDERSTOOD BACK THEN in the STM-illusions; and was
titled, “Karaoke Lunch break at the Sorian Guardhouse”, also
altered from the original title I listed, as a number was removed
from it as I was told by someone in very strict confidence several
years later on, FOR PURPOSES OF THE NATIONAL SECURITY, and that
number was 18, pertaining to a test-question on the New Jersey
Security Officer Licensing system called “SORA” in Jersey.
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