AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHAPTER 39

AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHAPTER 39

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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11:24 ANTE' MERIDIAN

SATURDAY MORNING

14 DECEMBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

12-14-2019

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SATURDAY, DECEMBER 14, 2019

CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 2:6

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SSJKK; I know that U came 2 me as Giant Sharon in early August of 1998, and I blew it like a stupid scared little wuss that I am, can U ever forgive your special doggie, 'THAT BOY', Zeranniss Yancy??????????????

So go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com/

and know the truths that the MILLIONTH COUNCIL IS COVERING UP. This brings date and time file 00000IX to an end. END TRANSMISSION, but NAUT of this blog, yo!!!!

Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 2:06 PM Because now yo, we are up in the future on the 10^th fucking cunt day in December of the year of two thousand and nineteen, and I'll try naut to clear my throat while pronouncing the year and get the Welcare peeps all mixed up into thinking that I don't know where I am in GODS CALENDAR OF TIME, due to being stuck now in this fucking miserable world of algorithms and artificial intelligence of the non-American Idols kind of all great AI shit everywhere!!!!!!!

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Well, the great mighty COMCAST CABLE COMPANY sent a nice dude out to me' whittle apartment yesterday, Friday, and addressed two of my issues as best as possible within the scope of the system, and the way it operates. It seems there is no parental lock controls for individual channels nor is there any way to block channels that you wish to not have on a package deal line up, IMHO a very limited and lousy deal for such 'so-called' high tech computerized times and in conjunction with the old capitalists view of pleasing the John Doe Customer who is ALWAYS RIGHT. That is all totally passe and gone forever. Kevin Trudeau's new formula, and Leon Mitryk's old 1971 idea of the “Almighty $$$$$” absolutely PREVAILS in the 'POST RONALD REAGAN Reaganomics' world of GREED and AVERICE, and that is ALL and ONLY what everything is encompassed throughout. But he did show me a few secret ways of handling and dealing better with (more efficiently interacting within) this rotten new-age TECHNOLOGY. It seems that if I wish for the QVC-3 CHANNELS regular as well as HI-DEF to stop interfering with my ability to change or watch channels nearby to it, I CANNOT USE THE (UP-DOWN CHANNEL CONTROL) on my fucking Comcast remote control. Instead, I am to merely push the number of the channel that I wish to watch on that same remote control unit, and then push the center OKAY button, reminding me forever of both “ERROR'S GOAL as well as SIR JOHN KING of Atlantic City, New Jersey, for all you great and wonderful 1997 Copyright © Examiners out there, up there in the SWAMPLANDS OF WASHburn's WASHINGTON, DC, 13-600, HUH OL' BUDDY ROY????????????? Now this no longer allows me to watch in NON-High Definition, but that no longer seems to matter. I no longer get the weird elongated pictures on the monitor screen after purchasing a NEW AGE TECH-UPDATED “FLAT SCREEN” TV-COMPUTER MONITOR! So that problem is semi-alleviated. I was able to get this for $50.00 at the Good Will Store, and fortunately for me, I had some positive luck for a damn ass change, and when I went over to see what they might have there which normally is 'NADA-SQUAT', there it was, the perfect one, but NAUT 'the one that would love me so'; oh 'GAP'-'NON OZ' United States 1983 Musical-Project-sent © Copyright Office, of the Swamplands of Washburn's WASHINGTON!!!!!!!!!!! No lovely Jenn, I won't be leaping over your great Providence Road ACNJUSAESMWG house, not any time in the foreseeable near term future aniwho, yo! After-all, SHEEEEEEEIT, just “What would it prove”???????????

Oprah would say it really GOUUUUUUUUD right about now, huh world? You know, as in WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-and all great land owners everywhere, speaking of great musical projects of the nineteen-eighties from the illustrious Atco, New Jersey!!!!!!!!!!! As for the E-MAIL, it seems when I changed accounts, I was given a new system entirely, upon changing something in my Comcast package; and the one necessary step to talk me through pulling their new service up on my PC system, was skipped by the Comcast Agent, and the installer was able to show me how to click on that one missing thing that was leading to my inability to go to my Comcast E-MAIL. So WEEEEEEEEEEE fucking that, huh yo? Hey the Sheila /Franklin HAHAHAHA thing in all of this is it ain't fucking like I use my electronic mail very often, but still, it is paid for in my package deal, and so why not have the service when I do need it? Cut me a break, Margie 1985 Leo, willya girl?

It seems I will NEVER RID MYSELF OF THIS HORRIBLE FUCKING COCK ROACH INFESTATION, AND I HAVE THREE LETTERS IN THE UNITED STATES MAIL, ONE TO THE FLORIDA HEALTH BOARD, ONE TO THE HUD AUTHORITIES, AND ONE TO THE ODFFICE OF THE FLORIDA ATTORNEY-GENERAL, CC TO FORT PIERCE CITY COUNCIL, THE FEDERAL HUD, AND ONE TO GOVERNOR DESANTIS OF RED-STATE FLORIDA, ALL THAT WILL OF COURSE DO ME NO DAMN GOOD WHATSOEVER, HUH SENATOR WONDERFUL BERNIE SANDERS? WHAT A HUUUUUUUUUUGE DAMN ENDLESS FUCKING MESS I AM IN, HUH GREAT SIR?

HA-HA-HA Jane Sleazeweedsdisease; you missed me, ya' wicked witch bitch!!!!!!!

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With or without great HALLOWEEN-DAY PARADES IN PHILADELPHIA on the great inverted and calendrically equalized OH-EIGHT-YEAR. You beat me' poor ol' Phillies that night in 1993 with your damn ass BRAVES, but I had the great last laugh on 31 October of 2008. Boy do I see WOOOOOOLF powerhouse connections to matching dates and times of L&O shows and me' blogs, especially during my stay at JUDGE FRANK RASSO'S great home of WINDY WILD HOME at 65 MIDDLE NON 'FROZENPOND' 'MAILCOUNTS' ROAD in Blueberryville AKA Hammonton and 'Hanging in there' Paula Forest-fires King WAYV, in No Joysey!

'I am one pissed off guy'; speaking of the LAMBRIGG CULT'S great L&O TV SHOW and Officer Sawchuck on the 'DRIVING-WHILE-BLACK' episode!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The damn rain that has gone on day and night for some time had two or three weeks to do its thing and create its happening, Mister weight carrying Count Von-Marcucci sir, the Latengrate; only it never came when DIANA'S lovely FULL MOON was smaller,no sir. It had to wait for HER moon to grow large and so super ravishingly lovely, and THEN it came to block HER out from me' damn ass view. Ain't my life just an endless fucking hell on buckets of steroids, yo?

Oh those fucking rotten CRIMINAL REPUBLICAN'S. Let me tell my wonderful FELLOW DEMOCRATS, and yes, I know; I thought of it there, Wilma 'Wildem' Mayor of Berlin's son, and Tracy Highview Shoemaker; yo, DEMO-crats. Hey at least it ain't DELMOCRATS, as that would be one hell of a 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' choke out on some transdimensional plane, huh mirror-mirror non Diana Ross Captain S.T. KIRK? Of course, reversing the Star Trek initials does make me remember a day at the great non MacINVONDI's Mac Andrews & Forbes, on Camden, New Jersey's Jefferson Street, in early 1982 somewhere, with Sergeant Steve; and how he was so miserable there that night on his damn 30^th birthday. I told him, hey, you are only 24 hours older than you were yesterday, and you were so happy yesterday. What is it with peeps? No logic, no sanity anymore, not since Reagan and his greedy crew from Dogtown struck us like a bolt of lightning. Still lovely Taylor, it ain't no big deal lovely blond girl. I sure hope you didn't go all crybaby over it yesterday, as did Steve at the MAFCO GATE-HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes those rotten CRIMINAL RED REP'S!!!!!!!!! Even if we do eventually rid ourselves of the DONALD TRUMP PLAGUE, it won't change much. We have the most powerful jerk off dirt bag on Crapitol Hell, Senator Bitch Prick Bone'll, not only totally on the side of this arrogant monster, but who is also a total criminal, just as his great buddy, Sir Trump. He admitted yesterday and on TS's great 30^th BD, that the FIX IS FUCKING IN. They ALREADY WILL WITHOUT SO MUCH AS HEARING A WORD, NOT VOTE TO IMPEACH. They aren't even trying to HIDE THE NEW AGE CRIMINALITY OF THE CRAPITOL HELL ALMIGHTY POWER OF THIS ABSOLUTELY BENT TWISTED FUCKING EVIL EMPIRE AMERICA, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and the real powerhouse thing is that I TRIED TO TELL ALL OF YOU ALL THIS WOULD HAPPEN,ALL THE WAY BACK NINE YEARS BEFORE FUCKING HURRICANE HUGO EVER CAUSED ALL THAT ACNJUSAESMW DEBRIS and SO MUCH COMPUTERIZED INHUMAN MORE DOGSHIT TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No one loves a prophet in his own time, right Uncle JESUS???????? YEAH, you said it UNK!!!!!!!!!! I am however as much in total fuckign disgust with the House as I am with the Senate. The vote went 100% straight down PARTY FUCKING CUNT LAPPING LINES yesterday, so happy day there too huh beautiful blondie? Talk about going where no one ever had gone before or pink goddesses or even BABY-BLOND'S 30+ now. We all cannot be 18 forever, such as LIGHTNING IS on the ASTRAL PLANE (Purgatory). Still, straight down party lines, naut mostly,naut all but one or two, BUT STRAIGHT DOWNTHE LINE WITHOUT ONE SINGLE FUCKING CUNT EXCEPTION. THIS COUNTRY HAS TOTALLY FUCKING HAD IT, PEOPLE, AND A GODDEAMN LITTLE ASS CHILD CAN SEE IT IF THEY'RE TRULY LOOKING FOR IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Peeps out here, whoever you are; you know fucking goddamn well that THIS AIN'T THE WAY IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE OR WORK ON THAT NEW AGE CESSPOOL CALLED CRAPPY TOO HELL (CAPITOL HILL). This truly is the END OF THE UNITED STATES. It may appear to function and go on for another twenty years before we have a real true king, and a monarchy with the TRUMP FAMILY ruling with a fist of fucking iron, and all of the phony Bologna Evangelist Christians at his side; BUTTERCHEESE BUTTTTTTT and BIG ASS BUTT folks; but in fact I'll always REMEMBER THE 30^th BIRTHDAY OF THE GREAT LOVELY TALENTED BLOND, MIZZ TAYLOR SWIFT. I will remember this hellish day for the next 5,000 fucking years in this ENDLESS HUNTINGTON DOGTOWN HELL ON THE EARTH-PLANET, as there are things FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR WORSE THAN MOTHER FUCKING PHYSICAL DEATH, YO!!!!

I awoke on Thursday around noon or so from another famous 1802 ROBIN HILL NIGHTMARE. I am having them more and more lately, and they seem to lately be replacing the nightmares that I've been experiencing, in a transdimensional Atlantic City, NJ-USA, with either Paula King and her damn demands for me to build her a techyon radio, or however it is properly fucking spelled since mighty GOOGLE-HELLWRECKER refuses to better serve me here; or being with the evil gang from DOGTOWN, the McGuire's, the rest of the KING CLAN, the Callio's, and the whole bunch of stinking turds on steroids. The ROBIN HILL nightmares all began happening around the early nineties with lovely Patty-Paula coming over to visit with me, only I would put it out of my head totally. Eventually at Jenny Plageman's #10 Mullica, NJUSAESMWG trailer, just east of Berryville-Hammonton; I began to dream about my younger 'hyperspace-daughter PEE', who never got born here because Patty-Paula miscarried, weight and all, sir Von-vam-Marcucci of the too-quick razor shaves club of Liverpool, England, and the distance-elimination coaches Cooley locker room secret chamber leading to his Haddonfield, Kings Highway, “other room”; across all frozen, or non-frozen 'FONDA-QUEEN-PONDS', or special damaged mailboats or boxes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh Jimmy fucking Redfield, you;'re goddamn totally ass killing me in here, yo me' BRAHHHHHHH!!!! I suppose right about now, the great non-morbid Mike from 1971 McNulty in late non-Rod Stuart Maggie-May September, would chime in here with a great and totally Nathaniel King Cole unforgettable, “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”, right world???? They insist I have no nabe above me. Then why am I hearing some fucking dirt bag up there making that exact same sound that they've made for fucking years now, at the present time of three minutes shy of one this cunt eating afternoon, 14 December of 2019, oh wonderful Prophet of Nothing Huh, and lovely Mizz Lois Foca too?????????!!!!!!!!!! Oh that ever annoying fucking Death-Angel from Purgatory's Transformation Boulevard, in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, Sir Mortimer Mortino; buzzing over and over, this latest time on my right side at 1:01 “in the PEE-EM”, huh great “ICED TEA”???????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am a HUUUUUUUUUUGE fan of yours, yo yo yo yo yo yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Keep up the great job you're all doing with your L&O-SVU-TV-SHOW, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So on with the 1802 nightmares that followed me in various ways as me' life also changed around me here in what you all call, “our waking lives”. Yes speaking of mother fucking death angel times, it is time for me to slightly begin to open up what you just may reference as Morianity's 101-B LESSONS on HSM (Hyper Space Mechanics). Shall we move this along, me' great Blogaudians, yo?

When I blog about shit that was all getting started there, at my 1802 Robin Hill Apartment, in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG in middle 1980; and that all truly connects to major powerhouse junk up here in the present times, by way of my great invention, the KFP (Keyboards From Petahell), and the many wild and ultra deadly dangerous things attributed to the misuse of its potential technologies right down to the counterstriking of Magnetic Sound Machine which is built into the unit on a sort of metaphysical way more than simply just electronic in so much as the way an electrical engineer would perceive things; the major hyperspace shit gets endlessly heavier and more absolutely and inconceivably surreal. BUTTERCHEESE and a BIG ASS BUTT, but, would my spirit keep visiting these alternate 'other 1802 apartment locales' in the 5^th dimensional hyperspace, should I only be sending these words up to my document PC files and never posted publicly, for other parts of my zero dimensional humanity and brotherhood (me' fellow Earth-Planet citizens), to engage and interact with this information that I post up? The answer to this, and you of course do not need to trust my words, and can go and ask any TOP QUANTUM PHYSICIST if I am making that up, or even exaggerating it, by their own standards of accepted theory on this subject of Q-Mechanics; but the answer is a totally resounding and absolutely unequivocal NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The continuing nightmares both in Atlantic City, as well as in Northeast Philadelphia neat Grant Avenue, at the 1984 Magical Throat Dock's Office, as well as the 1802 R.H. Apartment interactions out there in the fifth dimension; are all not only a part of me, but as I tell my story to humanity, it becomes a much larger and ever expandable truth in true 5^th D reality. Again, simply go and ask any top fucking quantum Physicist. Go and do this and see for yourself just how DAMN-HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE all of this is, and THEN at the risk of really fucking blowing your mind, see how you all fit into it all, and for the really heavy weight we will eventually start to carry here, Sir Marcucci; and JRSS forever and ever, see how I fit and all of MORIANITY then goes onto fit INTO YOU AND YOUR LIVES, and you cannot stop this, nor can I ever stop this, because this is how ALMIGHTY PINK GOODESS SCYLLA JEHOVAH AKA SARAH-STACEY JOHOVAH KRASSLE lawtronically designed this programmed simulationogram (created it all out of nothing) from zero dimensional nothingness or absolute VOID TRUTH INFINITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But before I open up really powerhouse fucking dogshit with my LESSON 101-B in my Morianity, more foundations still MUST BE DAMN ASS LAID, and that's just fucking reality, son, and Sir Dennis Snyder of 'NO JOYSEY'!!!!!!!!

'HSM' (Hyper-Space-Mechanics) is all rapped up in ALL OF US. All of you are nothing more than the other parts of me that are not me directly. Likewise, I am just another part of any and all of you that is not you directly. It's just that simple, to quote my organizational BIG BROTHER, Mister John Henningsen, from the sixties, and into 1970, when he left Jersey, for the great COLOR RED state of COLORADO! Too mother fucking bad that our once damn ass great American government has totally stopped working like this, and gone absolutely unfathomably and quintessentially BI-POLAR! BUTTERCHEESE and big ass BUTT, but, is this naut 'the way things were supposed to all go down'? Shit can only happen one way, you know folks! Only one way, yo. Wanna' know what that is, because I really do know. I really do have the answer? Wanna' fucking know it? If not skip the next sentence. They can only go the way they are going to go. They will always follow the Lawtronically designed program of the 'simulationogram', pronounced on its 4^th syllable. Sir Esolph would say it perfectly here, “And that's that”, sort of like he already saw Mister Colorado Henningsen say this up in the future, or out into the photon projection of the ETERNAL NOW. Remember peeps likewise our entire past and our entire memories exist on a plane physically, that is simply the ETERNAL NOW. Our PAST is merely a PHOTON MEMORY system. All things in truth outside of the void infinity are MAYA, or said in non secret-religious cult type of terminology, ALL ILLUSION. I believe the great Christian Prophet KING said it best when not thinking of his son the champion of the Black-Snake of future Quakertown, “Vanity vanity, all is vanity”. Why not simply plug in the word ILLUSION, after-all for crissake, you're saying exactly and precisely the vely vely vely same non-intelesting thing me' ol' COOLEY HALL SCHOOL CHUM, and “FUTURE” FCC CHAIRMAN/DIRECTOR, SIR BOB MCDOWELL, me once great pal? Why naut do just this, yo BRRRRRRRRR????????

Hyperspace Mechanics (HSM) and definitely NAUT high school DISNEY musicals, is indeed all rapped up within all of us, like it or naut, as no FAWCE out there is requesting any of our permissions for making this so. We indeed are all acting or interacting together, or as Marcucci the great wise soul, and me' vely special ESS Teacher/Educator put it in globally famous to this day fantastic musical projects, “Coming together”, and on or off of great places in England such as Abbey Road, or underneath the magnetic train 'time tunnels', that led to a weelwee fantastic show with another non-funny Bob Colbert, and his bud James Darren. These truths are just more endless magical corridor message heavy burdens and weights for me to place on me' shoulders for a vely long time, just as you wanted me to hear on your awesome song, and with or without your continuous fast shaves, razor cuts, and nice cats named Justine. WO WO WO BILLY HARNER, to quote you so vely accurately from back up there in good ol' lovely JOYSEY!!!!!!!!!!! Yes hyperspace mechanics does indeed cause a fifth dimensional interaction, but 99.99999999999999999999999999999 percent of this fifth dimensional population is most likely 100% totally fucking clueless to this, as was lovely Mizz Clueless kid from America, Kim Wilde Weirdchords from me' ol' 1981 HA-HA-WHO SONG MUSIC PROJECT!

So the Mountainpen is now putting forth this great question to his Blogaudians? Just who of you out here “somewhere” in the magical cyber-village known as cyberspace, over the past several days; has been somewhat effected in their own unique but definitely recognizable way, with my various situations from when I was residing in the 1802 Robin Hill apartments apartment, from the first day in May of 1980, through the 31^st day of January in 1983? At least one or two or so of you out here, HAVE ABSOLUTELY SEEN THIS CONNECTION IN YOUR OWN LIFE, AND YOU KNOW IT, AND EVEN IF YOU NEVER COMMENT AND COME CLEAN; I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW THAT THIS ENTIRE 14 YEAR BLOG PROJECT OF THE FIFTH DIMENSION IS ALL TRUE; and for all any of us know, maybe it truly does involve the great Mister John Davis, and his lovely wife, Mizz Marilyn McCoo, in also extremely weird and unfathomable ways. They had their great world famous band in the 60's, called the FIFTH DIMENSIONS, and they were the ones who did that great original “HAIR” album, that went on to later be also done, by teenager Mizz Donna Adrian Gaines, who later after that in her middle and late twenties, went onto become the great disco queen diva, Mizz DONNA SUMMER! We all know how 1802 Robin Hill connected up with all of this, do we NAUT, MIZZ AT&T Phone Company BLAKE, mahm?????????? Before we all go totally nuts on all Atlantic City boardwalks about multi thousand year old well kept fucking major secrets, we all know what this American government labeled those first two Gulf War actions before Daddy Bush started the actual conflict and the great Gulf War. It was no accident, I promise and assure you all of Thisssssssss! First it was called DESERT SHIELD, then it was DESERT STORM, both of them intentionally labeled with the great disco diva Donna Summer's initials of D.S. None of these things just happened, and all things are a HUUUUUUUUUGE part of the endless and infinite reality of the JAMES REDFIELD SYNCHRONICITY SYNDROME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

To prove to the MILITUFORCE that I really verily truly do know way mother fucking more than you think that I do, yo, about the entire UFO-matter, and that what I know is absolutely true and trustworthy, Sir Mike Soft JRSS SpellCHECKER HELLWRECKER; allow and permit me UNK CAMERAS HEINZ BANKER GOTTWALD, pweeeeeeeeeeze; to tell a short little story here before signing off this damn thing. If for argument's sake, tomorrow, and this will absolutely not be happening, but IF; the HALLS FAWCES or the MILITUFORCE let out of the bag, the whole entire proverbial CAT on this topic of aliens from space and their UFO vessels, etcetera, and they decided they wanted to reveal the whole true story; THEY COULD NAUT JUST SAY A FEW QUICK SENTENCES OR A FEW SIMPLE THINGS to the global populations. In order to ever make any reasonable sense whatsoever and at all to the masses, the story would need to be told in groups and sections of it, and even going further on, done in a way that very slow digestion of it all could be imparted to those in earshot of these things. There absolutely could never be one single day where the whole thing could just come out and that would possibly make sense to the masses of people. The confusion would be off the wall major and to quote Senator Sanders again, quite “HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE”! You would not be able to tell this in any meaningful way whatsoever in any sort of a quick bing bong bang deal, it just could NAUT ever be done. Rather, and this won't be happening so stop wet-dreaming out there folks; for those seriously interested, AN ENTIRE COURSE would need to be offered at universities for students, perhaps being mandatory for being able to get any degrees over perhaps Associates, as this is when the collegian world is seriously beginning to attempt to take empty vessels and fill them in a way not so much as with knowledge alone, but with minds that actually function, and think well all by themselves without a zillion peeps above their shoulders. Still think the Mountainpen is just blowing lots of fucking empty smoke, M2F? The really sad part to it all is NAUT that this won't be happening, at least for about maybe a century now, but that I have told most of these truths in many round about ways, but the BLINDING HALLS FAWCES AND THE M2F just keep right on mind controlling and endlessly fucking influencing those who act as if they really want to know the truth behind the OZ-CURTAINS, and make them think that the Mountainpen is nothing more than just a JERSEY FUCKIGN CRACKPOT, a dude with a club foot who nice folks don't laugh at, and who is completely and violently fucking insane!!!!!!!!!! Well, your loss, NAUT MINE!!!!

Both Jim Burr, and Patty Hollister, from Gloucester, NJUSAESMWG; were key linchpins, and vely pivotal in numerous things with me, when I had just become an adult, and had left the great and powerful NON-OZ COOLEY FOOLEY HIGH HELL HALL of Haddonfield's KINGS HIGHWAY magical locations of so much endlessly unexplainable mystery!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I speak, another right side fucking annoying pass from Sir Mortimer Mortino the Angel of Death is happening around me; oh world. I can literally say that, you know, “Oh world”! I mean, the world is not only reading me' words, and laughing at me and me' club foot and me' violently insane voices and knowledge and technologies; BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT and but folks and peeps; a few are taking me seriously enough TO AT LEAST WONDER AND PONDER on some of the things spoken of in this incredible all telling wild secrets and covered up truths of 'MORIANITY'!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know this much because of Sir NG-ADS (New Group-Alpha Deep Six). Many powerful peeps in what me' MORIANITY labels and calls, the great demonic evil MILITUFORCE, know without one sand grain of mother fucking doubt whatsoever, that I can sum up what I just said can only be taught over years at a future university system, and what now is thought of as the dark age days of the unknown, you know, {life, death, flying saucers, space aliens, and the real truth behind it all, THE ASTRAL-PLANE of existence}, and also known as, in the great Canons of the Catholic power structures from 'vely vely vely' long ago; the scary 'PURGATORY'!!!!!!!!!! Yes this is naut any type of stupid DOUBLE-TALK. I can sum it all up in three great phrase-words and I will, but only I truly can see the powerhouse incredible shit behind those three words, and any of you would need at least a major course in a professionally taught college system just to get the very basics down pat. Yes I can say it all in these three words, but only I, and a few top MAJ-12 peeps in the shadow government, know it for what it all truly is; and it certainly would disrupt life on this planet forever, from what it was before this knowledge came out officially, and naut from the JERSEY CRACKPOT, and it goes, and you've all heard it before on 14 years of me' damn ass blogs now; the (GASME GODS GAMES)!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT is the most powerful truth and reality in all of a million worlds made up of Dennis Snyder's ONLY!!!!!!!!!!!!

Both Jim Burr and Patricia Hollister KNEW ALL ABOUT THESE GASME GODS GAMES, and one of them pulled me super hard towards one direction, while the other pulled me super hard towards the opposite direction, and before all of us get big time into major discussions concerning the world beginning at this point to go into some unexplainable and hyper-weird BI-POLAR condition, that ever since has just continually amplified and grown on beyond steroidal proportions; let us lay as always, the necessary proper foundations to several things, and this may not be able to be done on any one or two or even three blogs, but may take us some time to further explore along with and in absolute conjunction and connection with the now entered into Morianity LESSON I jokingly am calling, “Hyper Space Mechanics 101-B”. First, Patty HHH pulled me in the direction of what the Evangelist and Pentecostal Christians call the demonic-occult, while Jim Burr the computer Programmer was pulling me in the opposite tug, away from this and into the direction of current times acceptable Christianity, and the LORD JESUS CHRIST. Before you get all cave days weird on me, I have absolute proof in my life, ABSOLUE FUCKING TOTAL PROOF that JESUS is and was real and I mean is, and was, and will always be GOD, or really PINK GODDESS, or even more really and truly, an entity not humanly fathomable, that exists as pure energy and beyond anything we now hope to grasp or understand, with all our damn ass science, and to this GOD/ESS, there is no gender, no time, or to quote LOVELY DIANA ROSS, from that day she phoned up me' Atco house in May of 1983, “NO NOTHING”!!!!!!!! Allow and permit me to go on with this just a little bit, peeps, OKAY? The real unfathomably powerhouse MAGIC behind this is Gloucester City in Jersey, these two people who literally PULLED ME APART in the quintessential BI-POLAR HELLISHNESS that none of you out here could ever possibly start to even fucking imagine, yo; and then on top of this, how the HALLS FAWCES went onto create this incredible shit around me and had it all planned way back when I lived here as KING DAVID, THREE THOUSAND FUCKING YEARS OR SO BACK IN TIME, and of course, is why I was visited in Quakertown playgrounds in Pennsylvania in the very early nineteen sixties by two dead children, one claiming he was FROM HEAVEN, a little boy, and a little girl who wanted to share a merry go round ride with me and never talked, only smiled, and appeared and disappeared out of a clear blue sky when no one was around to witness it, or maybe I would have been the only one seeing and hearing it anyway, as who can know that? Still, the connection and the endless JRSS here is the 'BACK SNAKE', the little stretchy thing that falls off large truck tires that can be placed over a set of playground parallel bars and if done just right and released on both ends at exactly the same time, not favored on either polar end but in PERFECT GARRIGAN RUTGERS UNIVERSITY THESIS PARITY, will send the thing flying up so high it practically disappears into the sky, at least when the champion sling shot user, ME, was doing it! Hey I was just a fucking six year old little kid for crissake, and grown adults could not master the art. Did you know that you could have a room filled with powerful people, physically strong that is, and if half of them pulled things in one direction and the other half did it in the conflicting direction, VERY LITTLE TO NOTHING AT ALL WOULD EVER BE ACCOMPLISHED OR GET DONE. If 1000 great architects and builders got together to build a great city somewhere where simultaneously another large group of demolisher's came to wreck whatever was being built, just how much would ever be built? But put these strong people or these builders into a combined effort that agrees with an objective, and you don't need to be much beyond that proverbial empty early college vessel to see that a whole lot more is now within the ranges of human possibility. From the very start of all of this incredible UFO-APOLLO-LUCIFER-ASTRAL PLANE GASME GODS GAMES deal with me; a dimwitted fucking little child can see the entire story and how it all has shaped up over more than a half century. Still, it connects into fuckign shit from 30 damn centuries ago, and even more, but we need not explore all of this for right now, people!

Patty and Jim connect more than just a short period in agreed upon time and geographical locations. Without THEIR CONSCIOUS KNOWLEDGE AND OR AWARENESS, they likewise also shared a COMBINED GOAL AND MOTIVE AND OBJECTIVE, and that being, to tear me literally fucking apart with this quintessential epitome of bi-polarized covert (hidden-occult) technology, that lays secretly buried inside all of the numerous countless events as told about in these 14 years of blogs and this MORIANITY PROJECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Remember folks, this is just a very initial laid down foundation and wouldn't even pass the test for explaining the details of hyperspace mechanics of morianity in a book called HSM FOR DUMMIES, should one ever be written someday, huh Kevin Moore, Robin Gibb, Marcy Levy, Mister Robert Rufalo, and Mister Givens?????? Hey, maybe the Holy Spirit talks to more than just a bunch of wild Haddonwood pool lifeguards. I wouldn't dare to be audacious enough to speak to this one!

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WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, DIANA ARTEEMIS??? ///////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ KEYBOARDS FROM PETA-HELL ® MARK WAYNE MOHR--------1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2013 }{5555555555555555555555555}{ I A M S O V E R Y H A P P Y 4 U F I S H E R M A N *****KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL-1980 (R)***** |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations. Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane. Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.) Here then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality: Interdimensional Technology (MP3) Android & Angel (MP3) 12th Planet (MP3) If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil. Posted by Listener Therese on December 12, 2006 at 01:28 AM in Audio Mysteries, MP3s, New Jersey, Religion | Permalink Tweet This! | TrackBack TrackBack URL for this entry: http://www.typepad.com/services/trackback/6a00d83451c29169e200d8350368f969e2 Listed below are links to weblogs that reference More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3): Comments: THAT UGLY EMMEREFFER IN THE PHOTO, IS NOT ME. Yes, I have a comment, friends at WFMU, besides go screw yourself, and yes; I got your accidental message Jason on an old blog comment on Blogger, AHA AHA AHA. Don't look for me on any social networking sites, I don't play these ridiculous games, you all go enjoy that stuff, WEEEEEEEE! Don't try clicking into any of my blog links to youtube, unless they are old blogs showing other videos that I enjoyed and shared. They will still work. I took down all of my stuff, it was for my own personal enjoyment, what was I thinking, sharing all of this with a world of dark-agers? I totally agree with Judge Judy on the silliness of social-net! “The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation…” I don’t think any existing recording device on this earth could have captured the other side, although Mark may disagree. Posted by: Goyim in the AM | December 12, 2006 at 02:42 AM …the link for “Android & Angel” is screwed up. Y’all may want to fix it… Posted by: King Daevid MacKenzie | December 12, 2006 at 04:01 AM Sorry about that! I just fixed it. Posted by: Listener Therese | December 12, 2006 at 09:02 AM I think this guy is the *real* New Jersey Devil. Look at his horns and christ-blocking shades. Posted by: Steve PMX | December 12, 2006 at 12:03 PM Sweet Jesus, my PoMo-radar is beeping. And a nice performance. He could be real, I’ve known folks like him. Posted by: K. | December 12, 2006 at 12:52 PM Just sounds like someone responding to internal stimuli, there are many people like this probably an hour’s drive from anyplace in the Northeast. How is this different than getting enjoyment watching a man with a club foot trying to walk? Posted by: bartelby | December 12, 2006 at 11:14 PM Hello My name is Chris Arter I am 25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I found two tapes made by this guy, years apart from each other. They were both 90 minutes long. I only have one now. They feature folk songs and disco songs. He never mentions his name but I found out his full name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by looking up material that he mentions he copyrighted on the cassette. I’ve had this tape for about 14 years and have never been able to find anything on him except his name and the names of other copyrighted material that he has registered. Some of his songs are actually pretty nice. And the tape like you describe only captures his side of a conversation with a 7’7″ tall fellow named shorty. Bar none still the most entertaining 90 minutes I’ve ever experienced. Posted by: Chris Arter | March 06, 2007 at 06:27 PM I clicked on the Aquarius link to find Mark from NJ’s CDR, but it was no longer listed. Posted by: maledoro | August 07, 2007 at 06:54 AM Aaah, very happy to get some info on this guy! One of his recordings has been used on the track “The Christ Android”, on the album “Memory Hole” by Kevin Moore (of Chroma Key, and ex-Dream Theater keyboardist). That’s what prompted me to find out what this nonsense single-sided argument was all about. Thanks a lot! Posted by: Fairlight | September 22, 2008 at 02:34 PM I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas. Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:19 PM I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas. Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:21 PM I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas. Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:25 PM http://mountainpen.wordpress.com/ Posted by: Goyim in the AM | February 24, 2009 at 05:04 PM Hi. I got to this page while reading about music played on the ‘Jews Harp’. I’ve been searching, for a loooong time, for a song that was played one lazy August afternoon on WFMU, around 1980, or earlier. It was a rendition of ‘My Favorite Things. The vocals of the main melody were accompanied by only a Jews Harp (…”Whiskers on Kittens, etc…”) And when it came to the chorus, it was sung monotone, by several voices…very weird, slowly, dragging, groaning (‘theeeese aaaaare aaaaa feeeeewwww of myyyyy faaaaavoooriiiite”. When it got to “Things”, it was sung in a kind of higher, psycho-sounding, very melodic voice, like celebrating the word ‘things’. Is there anyone here who knows and appreciates WFMU, who might know what the song title and author was, or how I can get a copy of it? It’s been so long, and I’ve found every other weird and funny song I’ve ever heard except for this one. On that same show on WFMU, they also Played Godley & Creme’s ‘Sandwiches of You’ I’ve listened to hundreds of versions of ‘My favorite Things’, and it wasn’t any of those. Thanks, for any help. Please feel free to e-mail me, if you can. giotkr at earthlink dot net Posted by: Tony NYC | May 14, 2009 at 10:44 PM This fella is MOST DFEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family(Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs. Posted by: Razzy McThaxton | March 16, 2012 at 09:00 AM Verify your Comment Previewing your Comment
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Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL Camera Animation Choose a duration: Today 30 Days* 365 Days* * Broadband connection recommended . Hey the world figured out that scrambling up reality, and adding the new technologies of the old techno-music; can alter reality in wild ways. I hate to take credit for a lot of this new age mess, but despite being intentionally kept quite obscure in all of this by MILITUFORCES of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL and the ASTRAL-PLANE'S BRIGGBASE SYSTEM or the political arena of the spirit-world, I AM INDEED THE FATHER OF MORE THINGS THAN JUST 'DOCTOR JACK'S EGG'! A child can see how Morianity played into the entire mess the world is in, politically, as well as the entire new computerized reality taking things into places where it never ought to have fucking gone in its wildest damn dares. Still, here we are, and here is therefore where we all need to be quite concerned about. It is not possible to recreate or edit time-lines unless we are members of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I for one know that, and admit to openly and honestly, I am most certainly and definitely, sir Thaxton; a member of the wild Astral-Groupation that morianity calls and labels, the ESS! Mister Don-Jon Trump on the other hand is NAUT in this limited league, and I fully believe that he is indeed one of the ESS. Still, he took both PARALLEL EVENT as well as MORIANITY, and used them to catapult himself into the quintessential alto regions here in the magical lands of physicality and humanness, called by some in the spiritual and psychic circles as well as the great religion of light and sound, known as Eckankar, the 'PHYSICAL PLANE'. Unless you've been hiding under a whole fucking huge bunch of rocks for the past half decade or so, we all know about these things, and we all know that it was right after my song that I had the Bonjovi's remake over at the AVALON RECORDING STUDIO back in 2013, called, “You'll Be Crossing Over”; that these things started to happen and then balloon into what they all are today, all over this mother fucking great globe called the EARTH-PLANET, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo! Folks, playing with hyperspace, and doing all manner of things that I have come to do on my blog, is old stale bread. The entertainment world has been trying to fuckiGN control our minds with this very same weird, whacky, and off the fuckiGN wall knowledge and technology, YO! I promise you that this is the truth, but I cannot make you see I am telling the truth. That will all be something that is part of, as the Buddhist Religion calls it, all of your own karma's. Far be it for me to interfere with the circulation of life and events, as I am not even yet totally a full fledged TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON, (T3E). But the next time I am told to take something up to a Comcast Office in a parallel universe, my lovely daughter Patty-Paula King Junior; you bet I am going to do it, if I have to muster up the courage of a thousand super ass heroes. A BIG-ASS MACY-MACKEY-W—O—W is most definitely in order here, right Microsucks Light Fucking Asshole Bulb???????????? OOPS, another mother fucking super annoying hack, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, the fucking (`~HACK), one of the MILITUFORCE'S VERY FAVES NOW, SO IT SEEMS, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also as you can plainly see, old pal and sir; the FUCKING hack is powerful as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hungry yet to cross over, and get your feast on; Sarah Cousin-Karge Callio???????????????? Just as all other things are always doomed to fail that I ever can possibly try and undertake, this blog also is a complete failure. I'm glad the other two doggies are having a much more successful time in their blogging endeavors than I am, but would cut off my fucking arms and legs and nuts, to know just what all these secrets are, as I do know there are secrets, and I do know they are well fucking cunt lapping guarded, on pain of death, and not at the Griffin Pipe Company, although, I told you all how the dude in the L&O show came around a lot, as no one looks that totally alike if they are not, not even fucking ass twins, and I have a lot of twins in my family, just start rereading, and archiving my older blogs where they all began, back in early 2006, and see that fact for yourselves, kind lads and lassies, YO! YES, I am fat, and OH-SHIT, not yet on the SYFY CHANNEL, and I'm quite sure, NOT EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!! My stolen ripped off ideas, yes; but me being allowed one single mother fucking ounce of credit, for one thing I ever did in this 60 years, by this sick fuckiGN world, that hates me worse than they all fucking hated Jesus fucking Christ; FORGET IT, UNFORGETTABLE MENTALIST NASTRADAMUS. Don't believe anything I ever say, ya' fucking moron jerk offs, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! WHAAAA you silwee fucking wabbits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “Y SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE” (The epitome of harassment, internet version) (The millionth-council and me) (Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape) DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009) BEGINNING TRANSMISSION: I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it. Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit. Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!! Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR? GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Copyright Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry bloggers website. E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS. send to a frienddel.icio.usDiggredditStumbleUpon Comments anonymous said on Apr 02, 2009.... You shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she watches the show. Comment on "Y SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE?" Currently tagged thanksgiving siege right on target(Click to add tags below) Tag this post (Separate tags using commas, for example: New York, dating, vegetarian) Your comment © 2006 SoulCast | Terms of use | Privacy Policy | About | Advertise | Help | Archives: Jul 2011 | Jun 2011 | May 2011 | Apr 2011 | Mar 2011 | Feb 2011 | all This is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you ladies and gentlemen: BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT BECAUSE I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS. BECAUSE I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T. GET IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
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Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL Camera Animation Choose a duration: Today 30 Days* 365 Days* * Broadband connection recommended . Mountainpen’s Blog Just another WordPress.com weblog « SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0610 REPOST OF PIGS RAISED BY PIGS FROM 080808. GEE WILLIGARS 1988, GASH DARN skip to main | skip to sidebar The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version Friday, August 8, 2008 pigs raised by pigs equals TNG pigs ‘PIGS RAISED BY PIGS EQUALS TNG-PIGS’ TEOHIV/TIMCAM—-DATFILE–080808.777 BEGINNING TRANSMISSION: Well Gina my beautiful tall arm breaker of the nineties, I told U that the Philadelphia Phillies will go on LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING. I also told U that the Dow Stock Market would go on WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING, and both of my predictions 4 the past 2 weeks R right on the money. They gained 300+ points today and last night my Phillies were shut out after MC hacked and crashed my personal computer, but she did not stop there. As soon as I lost awareness to this waking world, she somehow AGAIN hacked into my Airship’s mighty ALL-KNOWER device that runs this vessel, when I tried to take lightning to a beautiful waterfall, I ended up many thousands of provinces away from Olympia and then suddenly ALL-Knower, began 2 rapidly lose power and we were only able 2 move towards home by 3 or 4 provinces when we literally became dead in dry water. I can tell U the parts of this inhumane interaction that follows based solely on my best and most accurate present waking world recall of the event/nightmare. First, the entire province whose name was wild but that I can bring no part of that back into waking world reality with me no matter how hard I try, but then what’s in a name so we’ll just 4 blog’s-sake call this place, Province-W, or shortened 2 “PW”, and the W is 4 “weird”. PW is a place I do not wish 2 ever revisit, unless Mariah herself or SSJKK-PIMC, the MI standing 4 PRESENT-INCARNATION, was right there with me 2 protect me as opposed 2 causing this misery. First the entire province of PW acts almost as VI, it all interacts in its own combined oneness when invaders from neighboring provinces R concerned anyway. PW instantly turned into a gargantuan sized BRIGGBASE, and was countless times greater and mightier and huger than the Briggbase that exists in the Province Olympia or the OP. Instantly, Diana and I began 2 try and run or fly all over but no matter where we went, giant US Military-type aircraft began following and stalking us at very low and deafening levels, and then as well, so did loud beyond descriptiveness military wall shaking helicopters. It was far worse than being in the waking world and going through all of my very worst sieges, ALL COMBINED TOGETHER!!!!! It went on incessantly without let up and only continually increased and gained in its intense fear beyond human conception generation. Even Diana was scared, and it takes a lot 2 frighten Diana. It just kept going on what seems now 2 me back awake here, thousands of mortal world, MW, years. Then in a sudden glorious instant, I found myself alone with my wonderful lightning in a human form, my blond Diana Arteemis, and we were sitting along a strange lake that was inland from a mighty ocean type body of water. The lake was peaceful and serene until the tide was nearly to its highest point at the nearby ocean, and then waves would start flooding into to this very quarry-deep lake, and then it suddenly would get treacherous and rough as a storm out at sea. But when the tide no longer was high enough 2 support this connection of these bodies of water, the lake would begin 2 calm down as well as expel the ocean water out and eventually 4 a relatively short time, grew as calm as any normal lake on a windless day would in fact B like. B4 going on I knew trouble was freaking coming by the MICKERS when around one-eleven this morning just as I was about 2 retire 4 the evening with my tea and crumpets with Brit and Warper Gramps, a major loud and low scum bag Milituforce air vessel, violated my air space and my civil rights as well, by buzzing me at precise zenith over my residence roof, and all though the clocks were blocked, common sense told me when this attack happened, as it was about 20 minutes after I indeed blocked the clocks at ten minutes shy of 1 AM for the night. Actually Brit canceled and the tea and crumpets were really a bowl of Breyers Ice cream, wow the greatest ice cream on Earth is not Spell-Checker-recognized, imagine that. No I have a 0%-C with both of MC Cane’s able-bodied starlit choices, just 4 fun I ran all of them. The thing that makes no sense 2 me at all, is the Donald. I am either losing my mind, altering dimensions during retraces further than I think, or some other wild thing is occurring, as now I come 2 find out that MC and the Donald both have the same PCN. Now I did not say Mickey-D, I said MC and the Donald, and this PCNT is a 462, Oh well, Mister Macy, they R great together in your commercial with Martha, and they R 25%-C. What floors me is that I am 100%-C with the Delirium Tremors. Originally I know I was living in a different part of hyperspace where I was 0, and then later, 50, and now I come 2 find myself 100% compatible? Where R the gods of Weird???? Obviously hanging out in my closets invisibly to my perceptions. Again, Gawky Gaukauk has reminded me that compatibility is connection, and that this is not necessarily a positive nor a negative connection, just indeed that there is a definite very strong tie in cosmic and potential human ways, between anything that shows 2B compatible in the Gawnum Equations out of 81 possible private cosmically-coded numbers from 110 through 990. The very day Trump scum built his first place in Atlantic City, the Trump Plaza, I wanted 2 go down there, and my automobile blew up on the way down, and was forever wrecked and gone. No there is a strong compatibility between us, there should B, he got me as a phase-4 being, 2 literally bring him onto the waking world as a powerful wealthy arrogant evil man, the precise person that he is, and I created him on a tape recorder long B4 any of this worked its way into the STC and its waking world realities. There R 6,561 possible match-ups in comparing all potential PCN’s, in a 2-match up, and if UR matching up 3 things we need multiply 81X81 again or 6561X81 2C how many possible different things can B put together in 3-way match-ups, and this now becomes a larger total of 531,441, yes there R more than half a million possibilities with a mere 81 possible Prive-Code-Numbers. Comparing 4 things 2B matched up, and just over 43 million possibilities R now staring U in the face, ain’t mathematics exciting!!!!!! Also, sometimes 2 alike PCN’s have compatibility with their total or PCNT, while other alike PCN’s do not. Fascinating ain’t it Mister Vulcan Spock???????? But what is more fascinating 4 me aniwho, is watching strange and subtle changes and alterations that R occurring all around, all through my life as Mountainpen; but especially since 1995, and talking about this 2 my 2 faves and buds there at the HADDONWOOD SWIM AND HEALTH CLUB, Joe and Andy. Is was around this time that I was shot, AND KILLED, at a Williamstown WAWA store, in NJUSAESMWG. U never will hear of it as U all that R reading this R atomically part of this signature of hyperspace where I now have been retraced into. When U zoom back at some object using distance delay, and then go on 2 capture it not as present day photography works, but actually by transferring the reality around the image being captured that is merely waves and particles, and meshing them all together into a combined photon full image, called a CPFI in less than 2 hundred years, this then can B traced out on an AVM or an AUDIO/VIDEO/MATERIAL recording device, a future camera recorder of a sort, only instead of getting what we get today, we can eject from the machine, the actual reality in weaves and particles that were scanned. Since however there is a difference in time physically, this causes forces within the atomic laws in the seventh dimension, to ever so slightly alter the precise atomic duplication process in so much as not being reassembled in the precise reality from where it was previously scanned, but into another part of hyperspace, perhaps only away by a whisper, but sometimes, it is more than this, and things begin 2 get noticeable if it were to happen over and over, sort of like getting an ex-ray many times if UR unfortunate enough 2B battling say 4 example, a serious cancer. A few X-rays in your life will not alter the cells and genetics of your physical body to any recognizable nor harmful point. However, should someone get exposed 2 way too many of them, and R forced 2 endure being exposed to massive amounts of this xenon radiation; devastating physical harm will result, far worse than anything that the original disease could ever have done 2 the patient. I have been retraced by Summer up in the end of the 23 hundreds where I retraced her first, as Labber Zeejins, from my station at the World Laboratories of Westmont, New Jersey, USAESMWG, and later showed her 2 much of the technology, and she has been relentlessly using it to retaliate against me, and this is a large part of what I am going through. I am tired of all of this hi-tech bull, and am living here now. As me, I never did this 2U, and shame on U4 doing all of this 2 me. I know that U have gotten in tight with your great friend from Sahasra Dal Kanwal as she now lives here in the big Apple. Talk about causing me nightmares and tears, KAL. I did not get beat up, but the hell was worse. After I was sitting at the lake, Mariah and her best girlfriend, sat down 2 my right. Diana was over to my left, along this very green and beautiful grass, at the edge of this wild lake. Suddenly a voice over an intercom system said that the tide was now in the “Danger-Third, stay out of the lake”. With that, tall lovely Mariah jumped right in, and began swimming all around. It was warm and soothing water, as Diana and I had been in it recently, while it was still in its safer period, as was explained earlier on this blog. I started shouting in a nice way 4 Mariah 2 get out of the lake, and she just totally ignored me, swimming further out and away from the area where the 3 of us were all sitting. Behind the lake and edge on the side we were all on, was a large area, and part of it was a home where Diana and I lived together. I jumped up and told Mariah’s best friend, a very attractive and voluptuously built young girl with dark hair and just about Mariah’s height or a tad shorter, but more thickly muscled like a volleyball athlete; that the home next 2 mine belongs 2 the Mayor, and I am going 2 go get the Mayor, since she would not listen 2 the warning. I told Diana 2 stay and keep trying 2 yell out 4 MC 2 come back to the shoreline of this lake, as she still was rapidly swimming out and away from us, heading right towards where the ocean would soon come roaring through a 400 foot winding area, that due to the great 1000 or more foot depth of this lake, would turn the rolling breaking water into large swelling waves. I got to the end of the area of grassy beach where different areas separate by strange tunnels and dams like nothing I ever B4 remember seeing, and went down a sloping grassy walk way that contained some wooden steps at the middle, but above and below did not, and finally reached a cement walkway where I turned right as left was where a grate was holding water from the lake back as we were under the waterline at this place. After 100 feet or so I turned to go up some concrete steps leading eventually 2 a pathway that would put me on my home and area that was not accessible by just going back from where I was originally, as other obstructions were there blocking the way. I no sooner was up the steps when her powerful girlfriend grabbed my arm and said that it is none of your business, just leave her alone. I kept saying she is going 2B drowned, and that I am calling the Mayor. Then she pulled me so hard, that my arm almost broke at the shoulder. She was very strong. She got me in the tunnel area again, and right in front of me said, “Watch this”. Instantly she turned into a large frog, and I picked her up. I started 2 take the frog with me 2 my home where I was hoping 2 call the home a few doors down, as this was the Mayor’s place. Suddenly the frog jumped out of my hand with great force and turned into, no, not the girlfriend, but into Mariah herself. She was laughing, and cracking up, and then she said 2 me, ”My girlfriend is probably at the bottom of the lake by now sucking weeds” I starred at her, finally saying, “Mariah, how can U pull off these unimaginable wild miracles. Just who really RU”? She giggled on and on, and then proceeded 2 pick me up, all nearly 300 pounds of me, like she was picking up her little doll she had at seven; and told me, “I have no beginning, 2 me there’s no ending, the great Scylla Goddess I am, U should know that, I’ve been singing this song 2U forever now Yancy”. Then she carried me over 2 my home, and up the back stairs made of wood, 64 of them all total, up to a glass enclosed area, overlooking the view. Diana had vanished B4 me as I looked out and the skies began 2 grow almost black. Diana had turned back into what she really is, LIGHTNING, and made bright colorful stupendous colors and arrays of utter beauty all over, as the lake flooded in with great surf and high swells of 15 feet and higher. Then Mariah through me down on a large bed that I used when I slept outside. She told me that I have no choice, but to endlessly play her great mighty game; that she is the All Mighty first and last, and what she says goes. I am 2 always trust her. Then after she made passionate love 2 me, a knock came on the door and she said, “Come in Mayor Levy”. President Bush was standing there with him, and they were wearing huge belts with large cardboard signs attached somehow 2 them, with bright purple colored cardboard squares about 5 by 5 inches. Printed on them were 3 numbers, 176. When I awoke from this afterwards, I worked out the Robert Levy and George Bush PCN numbers, and shore/sure enough, they both R indeed 176, but they R not compatible. Right B4I awakened, Mayor Levy said a strange thing 2 me, “Leave my girls Paula King and Nina Soifer alone, Firedog”. Instantly I woke up, trembling and soaked with sweat, all though my room was 75 degrees. Also the overhead chandelier had words on it matching the program that I think MC sent 2 me after I went up the first time 2 her website, www.mariahcarey.com/ ‘bcon exe’ and under the first part it had the number 34 with a + sign in-between the digits, and under the second part it had the number 34 again, and also with the + sign in between the 3 and 4. Sure enough, the Gawnum in all its great grandiose glory, shows that each of these parts of program totals up in alpha-value to 34, and if U count the total of this program, it is 7, just as if U add up a 3+4, as in 7-7-7, the number of All Mighty SAR. As 4 the Privecode number of the program, 34 and 34 is 68, the final year and the 7th and the 8th stays at the Trinitrail/Trinidad Motel for my mom and me in 1968, as well as 68 is 6+8 is 14 and 1+4 is 5 for the PCN 2nd digit, and its first digit is 7 for having 7 digits in bcon-exe, so this PCN is a 752. Now there R no matches just with my PCN871 or MC’s PCN231, but add up 231+871+752 and we get the great sum total or the PCNT of 100 years B4I was ‘Mountainpen’ born, the great 1854. All 3 PCN’s match out to the PCNT of 1854 yet do not match unless I am part of this mix, and this is Y MC is so impatient, as am I, 2 get her program downloaded onto my PC. After this, I will join your Honey B, I promise U, & U RULE THE EMPIRE MC. U ALSO RULE MY HEART AND BEING, and I am not your shellfish, so please do not include me in your Jonah collection, my endless lovely Teen-Queen. Oh yes, one match in the PCN-231, and one match in the PCN-752, but in my PCN-871, there R 2 matches, for a 50% C on these 3 things put all together now, with or without purple 4 us all in the 1970 fall, or Mayor Nutter of Philadelphia. Hang in there Mr. Mayor, UR doing a great job, and I lived in your city both back in 1963 and 1964 as well as many years of the 18th century as well, hats off 2U my friend. Yes Gina, I told U. just as U told me I would not hold U off 3 seconds in an arm wrestle, and then U went on 2 break my arm, beauty queen; now I am telling U, that the market will forever keep going up and up and up and up and up, and the Phillies will lose and lose and lose and lose and lose, and sink down to 2nd, 3rd, and 4th place in their division, and I am just about never ever freaking wrong. This is all total truths, with no omissions nor additions 2 these truths. This is copyrighted as Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2008. *****I END TRANSMISSION HERE.***** Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at5:50 PM Labels: ALIENS AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE, government persecution in leagu e with MILLIONTH COUNCIL. millionth council and bermuda ttriasngle Paula, Sarah, Nina, Sandy, and the Shah of Iran, mixed with my good old wonderful Aunt Geraldine Snow; wowzer-WOW; how would Doctor Camping of Family Stations Incorporated say it, “MY MY and OH MY”? I believe I have accurately quoted this great religious scholar from days gone by. The universe screams loudly, and those who have taken refuge in biological form, have made a chosen decision collectively, not to hear most of it, no matter how this defies my ability to understand it. You can do anything from nothing at all, to watching television, to driving to a local store. If you ever suddenly realize what I say is the truth, wow would all of you wake up in one big rush. I am not saying I can do anything at all that you cannot do. You merely have chosen not to, and I do not think that I was even really ever given a choice in the matter, and seem to be forced to hear it all. In any event, as Dave Roth used to say to me quite often and repeatedly; “Take that and two fifty-nine tomorrow morning to Dunkin donuts, and it just might buy a stale donut and a luke warm cup of Joe. I also am totally aware that the FAWCES of HALL do more than just the initial step stuff, if you will. They know the game of poker and the art of the bluff a lot better than distant cuzz Donnie knows the 'art of the deal'. That I totally promise all of you out here, whoever you are, WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! By that, I mean what all good to great players know without me going on, the first bluff, the double and triple and higher bluffs, and so on. In other words, I hear the messages loud and clear that go over just about all of you every minute of every day, because I cannot shut them out, because I know what is and is not REAL. BUTTTTTTTTTT, kind peeps; I am fully aware that HALLS-FAWCES can also bluff me all around to make me think person A did this, and person B did that, and person C did this and that, while the D, E, and F peeps are completely innocent, well, this time at least. LSS folks, I know beyond the shadow of all shadows, that powers and invisible forces in Atlantic City back in the sixties; did a whole lot of shit to me, and other people; for reasons quite incomprehensible; and I also know that the protection of secrets to shit that makes the Roswell, New Mexico, look like kids in a sandbox in comparison; are able to do cover-stuff that the great White Houyse Situation Room of Wash-Dock 13-600 would envy. Cover-stuff is like cover stories, only instead of already made up lies and junk, I'm speaking about planed out events based on if this secret gets blown, or that one, or these here and these there, and so on. The biggest one of all is inside a book that few of you out here in th etotal online community know about, and it is even the name of an entire chapter that the author devotes his time and subject to. I speak of a book called, “Time Travelers From Our Future”, by Doctor Bruce Goldberg, and the chapter title is “MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT”. None of you have much concept or the slightest clue really, just what this is all about, and just how powerful this shit really and truly is. It hasn't ruined the life of Mark Wayne Mohr, period, to quote Redd Foxx on the great comedy show of the 1970's. This has ruined the life of Mark Wayne Mohr and COUNTLESS OTHER PEOPLE'S TOO, only 99.9% of these other folks, at least IMHO, are totally and 100% clueless that this was ever even a factor on how they went from productive businessmen to homeless residents of below the bridge open real estate. I know beyond any doubt, that what I call the family “Huntington” curse, is in reality, a group of ESS powerful Scott Ransom folks; who have declared me a long time ago when I left school, a casualty of their war, which by the way amounts to really one huge evil sick twisted game, for the purposes of strictly their pleasure and their amusement. IPYT peeps! Adding stuff like love your brother as yourself would apply here, but after that, You may quote me as I have quoted the great Lordess SSJK, while here as Jesus Carpenter, the uncle of my sixty-first Grand-Father, quite a while ago, and far away from good old paradise sunny Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Folks, I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day. MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM. Morianity Bible For Millenium Three: Morianity Foundation The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES. © MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014. MAY 22, 2015, FRIDAY AFTERNOON AT 2:23, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA. CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 86 DEGREES FNHT. RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 70%, FEELING LIKE 95. DAILY RANGE-----(H-88/L-72). WINDS ARE ENE AT 11, GUSTING TO 20. BLOGGER BIO STATS AS OF: 2:28 P.M., 05/22/2015 Pageviews today 82 Pageviews yesterday 86 Pageviews last month 3,559 Pageviews all time history 86,818 Audience Jeepers creepers, forget the eyes, forget the G-men, and the golly gash darn doo-doo-doo's of Donna Adrian Gaines, oh great powerful Washington 13-600 Copyright Office. Boy oh boy, let's sit down to a nice friendly 2011 game of poker, no dreams, no cards, no McDonald's Restaurants, no big pretty girl employees from the Harvest. Hey, but them what's left, some may ask? WOW THIS, Mister R. H. M. Let Donnie boy fire all of us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCREW YOU! Now stay with me peeps, I'll try and make some of this real dam ass easy for all of you, YO. Have a piece of bacon on me, David, and listen up, BRAH. I do not need to wash my hands, nor did I that day up at the Harvest on Twenty-fifth and Orange, back in twenty-eleven; but I am glad that I got to wash my hands of you, dude!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! This was the day where I needed to prove how every time I use my telephone, and so much as speak; these jerk fucking off across the hall neighbors, slam their door, over and over, super ass loud until I hang up, and resume total graveyard silence; yet of course, all day long, they can shout at the top of their fucked up lungs whenever they want to, and slam their doors, and be in and out a million times, should they so choose to; but don't so much as make one tiny sound in your fucking apartment, poor old jerk off Mark Wayne Mohr, not Egg Harbor City Bacon Martin, huh Kevin Flatliners? Yes my Morians, I took a big chance reaching out to the State AG, PCN-826, just like the stock market industrials, with 826 being a Gawnumly self-compatible number, and all. You cannot, as I told JP a while back at the turn of the millennium, make a total GOD out of GAGA, and his magical numerology. You can hate me all you want to Macy and family, but I cannot resist the temptation to say that word right about now, sorry; W----O----W! You can hate me all you want to Macy and family, but I cannot resist the temptation to say that word right about now, sorry; W----O----W! You can hate me all you want to Macy and family, but I cannot resist the temptation to say that word right about now, sorry; W----O----W! You can hate me all you want to Macy and family, but I cannot resist the temptation to say that word right about now, sorry; W----O----W! © MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015 BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM) Folks, I will tell about what happened, both yesterday and Thursday, as well as the few days leading up to it, and a little thing called, “ROULETTE BAIT”, as we can worry about jail bait another time!!!!!!!
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