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CURRENT
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A REALLY 'HUUUUUUUUUGE' BERNIE SANDERS SUPER 'DAMN' WEEEEEEEEEEEEE,
ALONG WITH A GREAT BIG GARGANTUAN 'WEEDEEKAWUSS' FOR ADMIRAL PERRY
AND HIS WONDERFUL D.Q. ABSEACON NEICE; AND TO QUOTE THAT WEELWEE COOL
CHARACTER OF LONG AGO, SIR SHEMP HOWARD, “THE
NEICE IS NICE”,
OR AS I WOULD SAY TO THE RECORDING ENGINEER WITH A LESS THAN A+
PERSONALITY, SIR JAN NACE, “BE
NICE, NACE”,
BACK IN 1980, while I was of course newly residing at a great and
prophetic farm that was just outside of HADDONFIELD, known as the
illustrious ROBIN HILL Apartment system!
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I
kill these mother fuckers one after another, and they JUST KEEP RIGHT
ON COMING BACK WITH A WHOP'S PASSION, AND THE VENGEANCE OF A CRUSADES
WARRIOR! Why do you mother fucking despise and hate me so terribly,
OH
PINK GODDESS ALMIGHTY
(Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle), of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, CAPITOL CITY
of the CAPITOL PROVINCE, of all of mother fucking purgatory, OR THE
Astral-Plane OF ENDLESS EXISTENCE WITHOUT TIME OR HOPE???
JOJO
HUNTINGTON FROM ROBIN POORMAN'S 'ENDLESS JRSS HELL-HILL' IS SIGNING
OFF NOW, BUT FUCKING FIRST YO, I WILL SIMPLY SAY THISSSSSSSSS; LOVELY
MIZZ ERICA AMC KANE FROM 1983,
MAHM!
All
my life I knew that there were things that if I said anything about,
it would be just about fucking equivalent to UFO researchers
attempting to do forbidden things regarding their fave topic without
an immediate swift horrendous counter action taken against them by
what Morianity has labeled, the MILITUFORCE,
and many non Morians simply refer to as the MEN IN BLACK, only
the fucking M2F goes way beyond just a few surface face-level peeps
that some UFO researchers have observed and even have been targeted
by in various degrees, even up to their murders. When I was not even
fifteen, I would tell my organizational big
brother John Henningsen that I knew something was out there messing
me up, screwing my life all to hell, that it was real and that
I was not an imaginative nut case kid. John just snickered, WEIN? But
my fucking point here is that even as far back as less
than 15-YEARS OF AGE, I knew what I knew, and no one was going
to talk me out of what was happening around me, not all the goddamn
adults in the world all put together. I don't say this defiantly, not
now, and certainly not then. But, I wasn't going to allow a falsehood
myth of so-called bullshit-reality to be pushed on me, just because I
was a kid, and the adult world WAS IN CHARGE. Not that much changed
when I did in fact grow up, Mister Dan Mackey; along with my school
chum Mister McDowell, and we both became men, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
One of the things that was there, in those early days when strange
folks seemed to be more than just interested in my beach-schedule in
Atlantic City, but when real covert assaults were actually coming
down on me like torrential rain that could no more be prevented by
any possible thing that I could ever do, and I began to realize that
I simply WAS NOT ALLOWED to say certain things to people, or do
certain things, go to certain places, and the list goes on and on.
Now I have gleaned many things over the past numerous years from Sir
Dick Wolf's fantastic (L&O) television show. One powerful ass
thing was spoken by Mister Mike Cutter the ADA working under McCoy,
and what he said in a court proceeding in a closing argument after a
large group of firemen in NYC (fictionally of course) had disrupted
the city with a major act of public violence, and I quote or almost
quote as I may be in a small error but the point is made, “When we
cannot be safe in our lives due to activities such as this, then we
live in terror”. He was prosecuting this group under the laws of
terrorism that all followed the great nine-eleven and the falling of
the Twin Towers. If I am not allowed to do things that everyone else
around me is allowed to do and I am literally being stopped and
prevented from many things, the largest being the expression of my
musical talents and abilities, and am absolutely covertly threatened
by their immediate RR-Counterattack on me every single time that I
ever so much as even begin any kind of new musical project; and there
are many lesser items where should I dare to exercise what should be
my absolute freedom to pursue in this evil
empire America of the new age dominated WOMO or (big-business
demonic evil power hungry monsters from hell, and AKA
the BILLIONAIRES AND MULTI BILLIONAIRES; then no matter how
anyone out here might look at this Mountainpen Nightmare on steroids;
I AM LITERALLY BEING ENDLESSLY ASSAULTED BY
LEGALLY APPROVED NATIONAL/GLOBAL TERRORISM! LSS (long story
short) peeps, this is one hundred percent real, it is an off the
scale endless mother fucking total nightmare, it is inescapable,
unimaginable, inconceivable, and beyond quintessentially
unfathomable!!! BUTTTTTTTTTT and Butterfields BIG ASS BUTT but, IT
IS REAL, IT EXISTS, and it is a part of my life and has
been for more than four straight decades now, with absolutely no
mother fucking possible light at the end of any possible proverbial
tunnels!!!!!!!!!!! A perfectly great current times example is that
you don't know how fucking badly I want to talk in great detailed
lengths about certain topics, ranging from my days at Haddonwood Swim
Club, my motion related abilities, Atlantic City, the great
Washburn's or non WASHburn's WASHCLOTH FAMILY, and so much more. I
want to get very specific on why I was interconnected with Patty
Hollister and little Merry a long time ago, and a zillion things that
all fit together like a giant city of glowing atoms all suddenly
being beamed down from the Astral Heavens by the fictional Star Trek
character whom we all know and love, Mister Scott. I want
to go straight into the RED ZONE'S 8th
STAR and beyond but I MOTHER FUCKING KNOW BETTER, ME'
PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!! The hugest forbidden thing that I've told to
this world is how the world owner billionaire filth bag scum-balls
use PARALLEL EVENT ILLEGALLY AND COVERTLY
AGAINST ME, but I have been doing this for well over a decade
now on these blogs, so what else can the MILITUFORCE
do to me on that end of the fucking lion's huge hungry jaws? Well,
they can covertly dig a tunnel behind my kitchen stove that cannot be
moved and bring endless fucking diseased horrendous COCK ROACHES
intro my apartment to fuck up my health. Still, I could tell so much
more, and I will be getting into how SPACE-TIME-MIND
is behind everything, and especially in the hidden world that makes
up this wild ass Morianity story told on these 14-YEAR BLOGS of
Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yet, to quote the latengrate and very
lovely Mizz Karen Carpenter here folks, “We've only just begun,
yo”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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There
was a very special 'KFP' day while living at 1802
ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS,
for me. I was listening to a musical-demo tape I made and was playing
the voices of course, and I remember saying two words, “Absolutely
beautiful”. Without the aid of any high school shootings decades
out into the photon projection of the endless NOW, or words spoken by
Sir McCoy to lovely Jamie Ross, I have great respect for the JRSS.
But right now folks, I am saying something slightly in alteration of
that original wild statement where those two words spoke the epitome
of wisdom and truth in more ways than one. Now
I look at these blog stats and so much more, and I go silently to my
inner-self, Mizz Shirley McClain, “Absolutely
incredible”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
bet that it is nice and cool out there in Colorado.
“Lucky-Lucky-YOU”, and I think this
photo is out in the COLOR-RED state, but I forget now for absolute
sure. WEEEEEEEE! Hey I cannot complain this weekend. It may not be as
cool in the north here in my town, but it only went up to about 80
today and very low eighties yesterday, and the damn humidity was
quite low. “AHA-AHA”, Mister Mike
McNulty, from the year 1971!
Hey, at least the photo still works, UNLIKE MY LEGALLY PAID FOR
PHOTOBUCKET PHOTO THAT I THINK MY DAUGHTER
HAS BEEN HACKING OUT, OR ELSE IT IS BABY MAMA PATTY
H.H.H. WHO CAN EVER KNOW?????
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Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Chapter 50 The Big Hawaii 50, and I Tried My Morians, 'a low hah ha', With Jokes all On Me
YEPPIR,
ALWAYS THE JOKE IS ON ME, BECAUSE THE RULES IN THIS ASTRAL GAMESHOW,
SIR CUZZ, IS KNOWN AS THE “LAWTRONIC GASME GODS-GAMES”!
Morianity
is over now, and there will not B further writings, the great SSJKK
just whispered in my ear, that I am 2 tell what has been told, and I
have. It is now over. The world will not need to know any more at
this point, and in fact, it currently is so dumbed down, that all of
the MORIANITY BIBLE, is but a big blur to the entire human race.
There are other things I must now do, one of which is to prepare for
a long and permanent trip out and away from where I currently reside,
either South America or some Pacific or even Atlantic island. The
main story has been told, and it is all true so help me the gods. I
am no longer playing their game, their most recent one, let's fuck
with the little dick head on the computer. I will just state that the
MORIANITY BIBLE has served a cosmic purpose, that the human race is
unaware of at this time. Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle has given
me permission to put a back cover on this book. No sir Lads, Lassies,
Lab-dogs, and Lab-Technicians everywhere and anywhere all over the
mighty evil EARTH-PLANET, not all things told stay the same, and no,
I did NAUT end the MORIANITY PROJECT back after the 3rd
day in August of the year 2006 of the common-Era. So WEEEEEEEEEEE and
yes, this may all be quite WEEDEEKAWUSS too, lovely Dairy Queen Katy,
so pweeeeeeze do NAUT beat me up or ruin me' chances with my pal the
Congressman to get my shit all looked into, oh wait a minute, this
already has happened, did it NAUT, lovely Mizz AT&T Blake from
1983? Now in 1983, what antimatter FAWCES were being hurled at me to
throw a lot of this future shit up here, back there into my life?
Well, do you all have a damn century or two to hear that one?
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The
power of Olivia Newton John's great movie about life editing/splicing
is incredibly involved in all of this Morianity, and it always was,
right after it came out and before Morianity was anything more than a
post LOIS-FOCA idea in the large recesses of my 'brain'. Still,
'Olivia-New Jersey' or whatever the RSSC that's all rapped up in this
entire mess, can also be upped by some decades with the great
“L&O”-SVU-TV-SHOW with that title about poor lovely Detective
O.B. And her rape-product father, Mister Joe HOLLISTER. Does the
universe really NAUT endlessly scream and shout up a storm that is
louder than a whole war-room full of atomic bombs that just went off?
The loudest and most recent explosion is 7+5+6+9, and so now let us
examine why the HALLS FAWCES are playing with me' mind on the
totaling up of three robins from the illustrious ROBIN HILL
APARTMENTS, shall we? I mean first me' mind fucks up with the sum of
3010, and then it fucks up again with 3040, or whatever, as I canNAUT
keep up with these PBHE's any more, but we all know that
1802+1102+506 is 3410. Something is literally HACKING MY MIND, hence
the old Morianity's labeling of Prior Blog Hacks and or Errors, or
PBHE's, yo bro!
So
let us all think a moment or eight or so, and see the three apartment
units that I lived at over in this post
1970 farm outside of Haddonfield and Cooley Hall, called ROBIN HILL.
These three units were 1802 where I moved to on May 1, 1980. Then
came 506 after I left Atco, and moved right back into, somewhere
early that same autumn of 1983 after I had left the 1802 unit, back
on February first. Then finally, there was unit 1102, that I moved
back into from my dollhouse in Moorestown, that I rented from Mister
Real Estate Investor Jim Wilson, on Central Avenue in Moorestown,
after the summer time ended somewhere in 1989. When
adding
those three apartment unit numbers up, WE
GET 3410.
Ignoring the zero in the four digit numeration of 3410, it then
becomes 341.
These digits of course first and foremost, when scrambled a wee bit,
are the address at the Atco house owned by the other Real Estate
Investor, Mister Jerry Pliner, at 134
Norris 'garage-kicker' Avenue,
in Atco, NJUSAESMWG. Talk about the TOW-TWO-USE-SUE-GASME-GAMES, now
we might have to also add in here, 3410-3040-3010. Aniwho, and moving
this right along folks, we get the 341 verses the 134, and now, how
many other things are all laying quietly inside of this just waiting
to be plucked out of the magical non-HHH-mix of all
NON-FASCITAR-RELATED
items, or maybe said even better still, ALL
OF THESE FASCITAR-CONNECTED-ITEMS,
since in reality, without the Fascitar, I never would have found out
so much, and just who put me onto the fantastic sensational
inconceivable Fascitar, but lovely
Patty H. Hollister H.?????????????????
As for hyperspace interdimensional aliens, ash trays, trailer parks,
cars, car problems, and mechanics; it seems to me that certain areas
or geographical POINTS seem to be extremely part of some wild
unexplained thing. It may not yet be fully understood by any stretch
of the mind, but back in Jersey and during times of extremely bad
aerial death siege and MILITUFORCE
death siege in general, air and ground; that there were definite
AREAS where things always began to instantaneously get real bad as
soon as I began driving through them, and not once or twice or five
times, BUT I SAW THIS FUCKING SHIT HAPPEN
TO ME EVERY SINGLE GODDESSDAMN
TIME
that I would drive through these PARTICULAR GEOGRAPHICAL AREAS, or
POWER-POINTS,
as my
Morianity
has come to label them, yo! Still, yo, POWER-POINTS are not that they
exist as a geographical area where I am under some weird type of
enemy MILITUFORCE death siege just for passing through it like
driving literally into a mine field during a war, but rather, and to
use accepted Biblical reasoning from the great religion of
Christianity; it first is something that is happening on a higher
plane of existence that then goes onto filter down onto the human
plane of physical caporial life where there seems to be these
NO-NO-GO AREAS that I learn to avoid, OR ELSE. But it of course
bigger than just this. It is naut just areas but things spoken,
things attempted, and so forth, with the one absolutely biggest super
HUUUUUUUUUGE thing, MY MUSIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THISSSSSSSSS will be
further explored in greater elucidated detail as we keep moving this
Morianity along and into the part I now have recently labeled as
MORIANITY 101-B!
The
ESS is not some made up fiction, nor is it the fantastic delusions of
a crazy person.
Naturally, THEY, the ESS, will keep doing whatever it takes to make
people believe that this is just made up insane delusions of a Jersey
crackpot. They have absolute motive and reason for carrying out that
whittle mission, peeps, right? Tell
me I am wrong somebody, and convince me, and I will STOP
THESE BLOGS.
Put up a comment and say that this is not true, BUTTTTTTTT,
you need to then go on and tell me why. If you convince me, YOU HAVE
THE POWER TO SHUT UP THE BIGGEST MOTOR MONSTER MOUTH ON THE DAMN
INTERNET, THE MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'!
(Did
I say quite a groupation?)
The
EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND
SOCIETY
is as some know by now, quite
a group.
It explains all of the mysteries of everything, from Christ's death
and resurrection, aliens and UFO's, and the whole scene there,
psychics, and why things work for them sometimes and not others, why
the entire world goes the way it does, why times change, and weird
things happen that we all know just cannot be properly explained in
any rational way, and
on and on and on we can go here, and you all know it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why do they do things like create the exceptional school that I went
to. Why do they do the things like my teacher Misses
Marola, insisting that I perform in that Memorial Day of 1969 school
play,
and zillions of similar items that while happening, seem totally
innocent enough, but when looking back in hindsight, we
all know that SOMETHING IS INDEED GOING ON BEHIND THESE MIGHTY
POWERFUL OZ-CURTAINS, YO!!!!!!!!
Well, there are powerful secret things, and many of them, I have
indeed come to know and understand quite well; such as the “Farm
outside of Haddonfield, New Jersey”
or the (Robin
Hill Apartment Complex)
as it truly came to be in a near future decade. There are items that
do not ever seem to be of any consequence, while others both large
and small, that definitely do. Everything is all part of something
that we can think of as a late night Astral-Plane game show. The
reason that humans enjoy games, is because it is inside of our very
beingness, our damn DNA for crissake. This code is not a human thing
all isolated by itself. The nuclear world eventually creates the
element called CARBON, leading to us human beings. However, it is not
some random deal even though it appears to be in life's incredible
illusion. In the great awesome Purgatory, we exist, we don't live as
in order to live, we need a time dimension and a space dimension. Now
Jesus speaks of drinking wine in lovely mansions in 'Heaven' with His
Father. This is more real than anything here while we are 'awake and
alive'. Here physically, we first need time and space so that our
interactions can all be created in tandem with this commingled
reality. On the Astral-Plane (Purgatory), the interactions are what
is truly real, and the space and time that appears to be a part of
them are pure illusion, although, when interacting, it seems more
real and alive than a thousand of our lives physically here and
awake. In this incredible existence, we have incredible 'lives' as
our truer larger beingness or entity persona. But with all of that,
there is the horror that is inescapable, and that is the endlessness
of it all. Nothing can begin or end, in a timeless existence. No
interaction is ever happening before or ahead of any other one
either. To compensate for endlessness, the coils and the coins,
(Astral-Gods) have figured out that games are the only way to
distract ourselves from the nightmare of endlessness. These same
games there carry down into the nuclear universe that the
'Purgatites' create through a sort of program. We perceive this as
the nuclear mechanics of how things go from singularity, out to the
Plank-Time level, and then big bang out into the nuke worlds where
star-nursery systems form by way of nuke-rules. From there, as
stated, eventually along comes CARBON, and then a while down the line
from there, along comes the clay beings where the Purgatites can
dream out and away, through and into, us. WE are really THEM. Still,
it is about a million to the millionth power times more complex than
this silly whittle blog could ever even hope to accurately begin
discussing here. The
ESS are the GODS,
or the COINS
and the COILS.
Coins and coils are a totally different species than the
Astral-Entity human entity Dream-Downs or 'dreamoffs'. The AAT-VAN
DANIKEN Society believe things slightly similarly to what Morianity
teaches, but they are unable to make the still needed leap into
seeing some of the powerful truths. The
reason that 'they' don't want to entertain my Morianity, is no
different at all from those who oppose and refute the teachings of
the AAT and the UFO-Aliens deal.
The
ESS does not want everyone to know about certain truths. Truths are
what eventually liberate people on the Earth-Planet from this cosmic
or better called, Astral-Game of the Coils and Coins.
Unlike the teachings and mythological writings of ancient Greeks and
others, regarding how these gods and goddesses eat their children and
devour them up, such as the great god named Zeus, who by the way is
the grandfather of Diana Z. Arteemis; I remember my existence in
Purgatory, and I can promise you that they don't eat and swallow up
anything. However, they do try to rob each other of energy and power.
I am pretty sure that I told how I was with Diana and her mom, in
Purgatory, and she was playing a tennis game at her family courts in
Olympia Proper, and in the middle of the game during a break, she
came inside this beyond lovely huge dining room area where Goddess
Leda and I were seated at this beyond gargantuan sized banquet type
of table, and Diana sat down. Diana plays regular tennis games and is
the greatest tennis player, not only in the area proper, but the
entire Province Olympia which if measured in a human perception in
mileage, would be about twelve percent the size of our great Milky
Way Galaxy, here on the mortal world or physical-plane of awake
existence and life as we know it as human beings. As far away as a
dozen provinces totally surrounding us in all three six directions of
north, south, woust, east, west, and nest; she is considered
unbeatable and the absolute greatest tennis player. We on the
Earth-Planet were shown a similar version of the Astral-Plane
(Purgatory) game, several centuries back in Europe, and this is where
out tennis sport came from. But all sports come from the Purgatory,
as a way to distract our attention away from the miseries of
endlessness. But back to my point on Coils and Coins, these entities
do not eat each other, or anyone else for that matter. But they do
steal energy from other similar entities. If they need to replenish
energy after so much interaction depletes them to a level where they
feel this need, they come up to a smaller and unsuspecting entity and
grab it, and then as I believe I told this story before, here is what
I witnessed in Purgatory, when Diana needed to replenish herself for
the second half of the tennis game that she was playing. Leda, her
mom was holding a small coil that was beautiful and colorful. It was
bright and filled with illuminated color beyond anything ever seen on
the Earth-Planet by any of us, thirty times over or more. A loud
buzzing and humming and clicking sound is heard by these Gods and
Goddesses in their true form, the Coins and the Coils. Diana is a
giant lovely COIL. She is 33 feet high, and if she were to be
anywhere around any of us, we and up to a thousand miles around us
would immediately liquidate and evaporate into invisible mist. She is
beyond powerful, and yes, beyond beautiful. But coils and coins take
human forms in Purgatory, so that they can interact with the majority
of Purgatites. About 85% of entities are non-Gods and non-Goddesses.
15% or so, are what loses energy after enough interaction, and then
dream down into a perfectly timed nuke-program of carbon clay beings,
and we become alive and we animate the otherwise lifeless clay
bodies. Now am I claiming that all of the gods and goddesses of the
Purgatory, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY? When they eventually
dreamoff of the Astral-Plane (Purgatory), do they travel around and
do all these things? Let me just say this. I am a mortal, and if I
were a COIN/COIL, I would know this for sure. Do I believe this to
the very best of my knowledge, to be a 100% true fact, you may be
asking the Mountainpen? Well, I am not getting married, but let me
answer you all anyway, with this: “I DO”. But what is the really
big secret here? Well, I have been in love with the Lightning
Goddess Diana
for all eternity. She and I will always be together, and She
knows this,
as
do I.
But people in her great GODS-FAMILY
have dreamed down here as
the ESS,
and have done a lot of things to me, because I dare to love her so
much. Now her parents have given me their blessing, Zeus and Leda.
BUTTTTTTTT,
their our cousins, the great KRASSLE BRANCH of the ARTEEMIS clan, who
do not mean me a whole damn ass lot of good.
Do I believe that all of the injustices done to me, and that keep
being done to me; are some organized plot by the KRASSLE'S?
You
bet I do.
Also, I know for a fact that Mister
and Misses Krassle, Neptunejupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious
Krassle and his wife Marina Palamalay Krassle,
hate
my 'DAMN' guts with an Italian passion.
Are the Atlantic City people, and those from my school, and those all
around me all of my life, nabes, coworkers, people stopping me from
doing every damn fucking thing that I have ever tried to do in this
human damn ass life; all
part of this organized scum against me,
the ESS, the whole damn nine ugly yards and 27 ugly feet, the entire
324 inches???? YOU
CAN TAKE IT TO THE DAMN BANK THAT I BELIEVE ALL OF THIS HORRIBLE
SHIT, my kind folks!
If I were to even try going further right now today on this blog,
into major details that would show patterns of this hell on and
against me from the ESS all of my entire freaking human life, I would
begin a project outline that I'd not be able to finish for months,
and they would find me here typing away, dead from not drinking a
drop of liquid for 75 hours, the human death maximum average, if
memory correctly serves me here lads and
lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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
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Because
now yo, we are up in the future on the 10th
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!!!!!!!
Because
now yo, we are up in the future on the 10th
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!!!!!!!
5555555555555555555555555555555.
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 30th
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 30th 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 30th
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 5th 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 5th
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 4th
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
31st 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 Evangelical 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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I
HOPE you
are ENJOYING READING
THIS CHAPTER
NUMBER
39 OF “AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW”,
& WOW,
IT IS DOUBTFUL,
WITH ALL OF MY DAM ROTTEN
PROFANITY.
SO SORRY.
OH WELL, MAYBE
TOMORROW
WILL
BE BETTER,
GARY-7 AND OTHERS. THEN
AGAIN,
MAYBE YOU WON'T STOP UNTIL YOU
HAVE TAKEN ME TO
THE WEEDS!
IN FACT,
I THINK I WOULD PLACE BOOK
AND BETS ON
THIS ONE, DISTANTCUZZ DONNIE BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
tell
me if Marcus
Muldanato, is
still your bitch''???
THERE
IS A VERY POWERFUL OLD SAYING PEOPLE:
'When
the cat is away, the mice always play'.
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, DIANA ARTEEMIS???
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WAYNE MOHR--------1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2013
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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:
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.
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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
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
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.
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by: Razzy McThaxton | March
16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
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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. CommentsComment on "Y SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE?"
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REPOST OF PIGS RAISED BY PIGS FROM 080808. GEE WILLIGARS 1988, GASH DARNFriday, August 8, 2008pigs raised by pigs equals TNG pigs
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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.*****
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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.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
MAY
22, 2015,
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON AT 2:23,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
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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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