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MY BLOGS:
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
FRIDAY,
JULY 31, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
GIBBOUS 4:6
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4
WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2
WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
''MEOW-MEOW,
PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER-761''.
Ain't life wonderful James Stuart, old Building and Loan Elevator
Room Hyperspace PAL?????? HEE
HAW, LOVELY DONNA REED, YO!
The
real powerful shit is when I tell you what some of my more pertinent
shit is inside of my MATCH-LIST book for items that correspond to
PCN-761, good peeps out here. Try this on for freaking size,
BRAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
THROAT
SPECIALIST, SINGING CHRISTMAS TREE ANGEL, ECLIPSE,
NOTHING, SHARKEY,
IS VIQUEEN JEWELLY
BUT
WHO REALLY IS VIQUEEN
JEWELLY
ESS WHITE,
AND COULD SHE ALSO BE INSIDE OF ANOTHER GREAT AND WONDERFUL PERSON OF
THE NEW AGE MARVELOUS INTERNET?
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.
(MOUNTAINPEN)
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.
Posted
by Listener
Therese on December 12, 2006 at 01:28 AM in Audio
Mysteries, MP3s,
New Jersey,
Religion |
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And
then of course, since no one ever wishes to go up on the GOOGLE PLAY
and download my mother fucking APP, you'll never know what this is
all about, in so far as how these numbers translate into these items
such as IS
VIQUEEN JEWELLY
,
and so many other items as well. Hey, I can't twist any of your arms,
so
stay stupid, & God love all of you!!!
AS
I BLOG LIVE AT ONE IN THE FUCKING MORNING, BOB MCDOWELL,
FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION,
OLD PAL AND KIND SIR, FROM 1972; JERK OFFS ARE MESSING WITH MY
MACHINE, AND VIOLATING MY CIVIL FUCKING RIGHTS, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!
Now
there is a lot more you can do than ask the magic cat questions
through the use of 36 ordinary playing cards. I
PROMISE,
and will be telling you. AND
NOW YOU CAN DOWNLOAD MY APP!
I
talk a lot about my copyrighted music, so here it is, folks.
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MORIANITY-FOUNDATION
PROJECT OF 1995,
BEGUN ON THE WIDE
WORLD WEB IN 2006:
GO
WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 6
AND
MORE IMPORTANTLY, DO
IT NOW IN THE GREAT YEAR OF VISION, AKA 2020!!!!!!
So just how far ahead of his time, was this ULTIMATE FIGHTER
SMITHTOWN, NEW YORK, USA DUDE, SIR DAVID, OF THE GREAT HARVEST
OUTREACH OF FORT PIERCE???
RIVER
SNAKES, SHADOW MONSTERS, AND ENDLESS BOOHOOS, CHAPTER
7
Goddess
Fascitar and the Mayans?
WHAT
A WILD STORY THIS IS AS WELL!!!!!
CIFALOGLIO
CALLIO
I
think they called Her ASHTAR!
So
why should my father have never exited that Jitney bus that day in
the early nineteen-sixties in South Atlantic City, just a couple
blocks away from the mighty home of Misses Estelle Andersen Bassler,
you may wonder, or maybe you don't give two fucking shits at all, to
quote me' ol' buddy from HTHS, Sir Dave Speas, who had to wait
decades to read the blogs to see just “What happened to me at the
shore” because customers suddenly came to the gasoline station
where he was working before I could tell him that day about so many
wild things, right down to maybe why I have been stuck in this
looping nightmare for more than eight mother fucking millennia of
time now!
ASTRAL
YANCY, EARTH YANCY MARKIE, AND LITTLE MERRY
©
BOM 2006-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
THERE
IS NO WAY OUT OF DOGTOWN, OR WHAT MORTALS CALL 'HELL'. IT IS FIXED,
IN BOTH STONE, AS WELL AS FIRE!!!!!!!!!
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
But
hey there, Sir Billy Mumy; would you not agree with me that still,
it looks pretty on the 'PIP' PAGE, so I'ma gonna' frikkin' ass post
it up!
HEY
MCNULTY YO, “WHAAAAHA-AHA-AHA”!!!
MORIANITY-4
NO
SUCH THING AS TIME TRAVEL; HUH COUNT PETOFI??????????????????????
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT,
SIR!!!!!
MY
BEST TO ROCKY, AND SARAH NUROCKEY, SIR
THAYER!!!!!!!!!!
I
WAS SO SCARED THAT DAY IN MAY, WHILE YOU'RE FAVORITE GAME
YOU'D PLAY. AS YOUR 1-2-3, KEPT SIGNALLING ME THAT YOU'RE THERE. I
DIDN'T SEE JUST HOW, OR WHAT I HAD. AND INSTEAD I GOT SO MAD. I TOOK
OUT THE PHONE, AND WAS CUT OFF ALONE, AND I MADE MY BABY
SAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SO SO SO SORRY, MY WONDERFUL LOVELY
BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING.
WeatherBug Severe Weather Alerts
LET
IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE.
LET
IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE.
LET
IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE.
LET
IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE.
LET
IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE.
LET
IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE.
LET
IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE.
ALL
STROBELIGHTS OF MINE.
WE'RE
GONNA' LETTEM' SHINE.
JUST
IN THE NICK OF TIME,
THEY'RE
GONNA' REALLY SHINE.
I
MAY NOT BE DOING FINE
MY
BOX'LL BE MADE OF PINE,
LET
IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE.
I
GOT A THING TO SAY,
THERE'S
GONNA' BE SOME HELL TA' PAY.
I
GOT A THING TO SAY,
THIS
COULD REALLY WRECK YOUR DAY.
I
MAY BE WITHOUT A DIME,
AND
MY LIFE MAY BE FULL OF SLIME.
LET
IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE.
GLORY-BBBBBB-FOLKS.
GLORY-BBBBBB-FOLKS.
GLORY-BBBBBB-FOLKS.
GLORY-BBBBBB-FOLKS.
GLORY-BBBBBB-FOLKS.
GLORY-BBBBBB-FOLKS.
GLORY-BBBBBB-FOLKS.
THE
WEATHER CHANNEL WEATHER REPORT:
5:18
PM, FRIDAY, 31 JULY, 2020
TEMPERATURE---90
PRESENT
SKY CONDITIONS---SUNNY
HEAT
INDEX---103
UP
TO OR DOWN
FROM---D-92
BAROMETRIC
PRESSURE---29.99
WINDS---E
@ 15 MPH, NO GUSTS
VISIBILITY---10
MILES
DEWPOINT---77
HUMIDITY---66%
SUNRISE/SUNSET---
PREDICITON---***WEATHER
ALERT FOR ENTIRE STATE OF FLORIDA***
***TROPICAL
STORM WARNING***
***HURRICANE
WATCH***
TOMORROW,
UPGRADED FROM TROPICAL STORM CONDITIONS LATER AFTER THIS REPORT, TO
HURRICANE WATCH FOR EAST COAST.
MOSTLY CLOUDY SATURDAY, HIGH OF 87. T-STMS LIKELY, WINDS NE @ 20-30
MPH, AND 80 % RAIN CHANCE. SATURDAY NIGHT 80% RAIN CHANCE. LOW OF 78.
NNE WINDS BLOWING 35-50, AND INCREASING TO SUSTAINED WINDS OF 40-60,
WITH GUSTING HURRICANE STRENGTH WINDS AS SUNDAY ARRIVES. 90% CHANCE
OF HEAVY RAIN UP TO SIX INCHES AT THE TREASURE COAST. HURRICANE
ISAIAS CHURNING IN THE ATLANTIC,
AND MOVING NW @ 15 MPH. BARAMETRIC PRESSURE AT STORM IS 29.73 AND
SLIGHTLY FALLING. THIS CONVERTS TO APPROXIMATELY 991 mb. WINDS AT
STORM BLOWING AT 75 MPH.
Yessir,
I call this weird named storm, the MAM STORM, and as soon as I saw it
on the names chart, I knew it would cause me some damn trouble, and I
told you all this on a blog a week ago. Anyone of you can archive it
to prove I am not making up stories here. 'MAM' stands for
matter-antimatter, at least with me and my Morianity. The name of
the storm is why I give it the 'AKA' name, as anyone can plainly see.
Remember, I said all I damn need is my problems with this virus and
my nabes from hell, and then a hurricane on top of it all. I'll be
goddamn go to hell and with John Marion Wayne if I didn't see this
one coming, or actually, remember it in a sort of flashy knowing from
the last time around in my 200 cycles of repeating hell of
quintessential proportions!
The
mathematical wizards and statisticians tell us that when October
ends, one
tenth of one percent of the American population, will HAVE DIED FROM
THE CORONAVIRUS!
Ain't life truly grand and swift, me' ol' Latengrate pal, Sir David
Charles Roth?????????????
Courtesy
of the great CNN, and Johns Hopkins University; the global and
national present time stats on this virus from fucking hell, stands
as follows, as per half past five this evening, on 31 July, 2020:
GLOBAL
CASES-----17,421,013
GLOBAL
DEATHS---675,545
USA
CASES----------4,542,433
USA
DEATHS--------152,940
This
is beyond a total epitomized disgrace. History will be very
unforgiving about this entire matter that comes straight out of the
gates of goddamn DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yesterday,
my ESS-COMCAST service was struck again by the MILITUFORCE. It
happened in the middle afternoon some time and I didn't burn the
exact minute into my memory. I had to unplug and reboot, and it
happened for absolutely no reason, other than it was a falling stock
market day, and they needed to use the ICPE-APE-TECH TOOL to bring it
up, and they did; and today they were happy again, so WHOOPEE
YO!!!!!!!!! But I played my Quantum Roulette and asked my GENIE-WHEEL
(#A33) four sets of Q&A's. Here are the results from yesterday's
$750.00 profit after vig and losses, and harassment:
1--------(7)----WLLLWWW----($+100)
2------------(5)----LWWLW----($+100)
3--------(7)----WLLWWWW----($+300)
4-----(9)----LWLWWLWWW----($+300)
TOTAL
SPINS
29
TOTAL
VIG OUTCOMES
1-----($-50)
P&L
($+800)
($-50) ($750.00 PROFIT)
The
BOUNCE
NETWORK only had
the “L&O” TV-SHOW off yesterday and it was back on today,
Friday, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTT,
and a great big HUUUUUUUUUGE BIG ASS BUTT
but here people; the mother
fucking SUNDANCE NETWORK
is slowly phasing the show off. Real fans need to complain when
stations keep doing this. They always keep all of those other dumb
dorky second rate shows on, that were all part of the circa of the
L&O show, and they keep canceling out the GREATEST MOTHER FUCKING
TELEVISION LAW SHOW OF ALL TIMES EVEN SURPASSING THE MIGHTY SIR PERRY
MASON, and if peeps and fans don't bitch and moan and complain and
rant, then this shit will keep happening. They never remove the other
shows, CM, BB, and tons of those other stupid shows, but they always
keep taking the fucking 'L&O' show off. Obviously it is to piss
me off more than anything else!!! Please don't leave me any fucking
'prishy' comments of me being paranoid, with giant delusions of
grandeur. THANK-UUUUUUUU!!!
I think it is more
than safe to fucking come right out here now, and say out loudspeaker
LOUD and clear, that we all know that this shit is absolutely mother
humping accurate, correct, real, and true-blue
Amy
Madonna LOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So boo-hoo, and any other coded rhyming poems that I may ever wish to
add onto any of my “JOURNALS”,
all you beyond lovely PP's out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! Just how stupid does my
goddamn daughter,
her friends, and the entire family think that I am, for crying out
fucking ass louder than loudspeakers????? This will lead us right
into tonight's topic of Leticia Tilley, Donald Trump, why our 45th
president is Mister D. J. Trump, and the MAM both storms and
explosions, and worrywart days of ativan-anxiety, on
whirlybirds roof tops, along with dogs, songs, and KINGS!!!!
I
told about the space launch, twice now; with the 'TIME-ECHO', and
twinning effect of the visual launch; even if I was the only one able
to perceive this weird ass split in time, or the STM continuum if
you will!!!!!!!!! But in all truth and total honesty and complete
candor here folks, just how does the great Incollingo's Grocery Store
of Egg Harbor City on the Jewelly WHITE Horse Pike, Letty, the
cupcakes, the driver's ID, my near murder after visiting Mister
Mortino's lovely condo in the great Astral Capitol city, SDK; and my
daughter, all
fit together in this “magical thinking” process,
as I know I'll be accused of, so why not get it out of the way for
the assholes and just come right out and 'pull the pin on the Furhman
Grenade', to quote ADA (fictional of course), Jack McCoy, on the
“L&O” Television Show. These things are mere foundation
laying openings, as no one blog can be a tell-all story to things
that are literally so huge, that to quote Sir Paul Pedersen, it
literally would “Dwarf all of man's religion”? He used to say to
me, “Mark,
your problems go beyond religion”!
And
the man was telling it straight up correct and Amy-Madonna TRUE-BLUE
Loo, so BOO, and
yes, I cannot nor will I bail you out of jail, back in 2010, yo yo yo
yo yo yo, nor will I hire any bus drivers of the Earthly chaptered
clairvoyant canonized or other canonized wide turning bench sitting
park dwellers of the great one and only NYC!!!!!!!
Remember
this, oh all of you great and illustrious Blogaudians out here. This
is free wisdom and truth that is worth trillions of dollars, or maybe
it is just beyond being completely fucking priceless. *****
Any
and every point outside of zero dimension, (becoming equal to zero
dimension) will now equal any and every point OF '0-D'*****.
This is why any and every black hole leads to the very same exact
locale, and so thinking materially and physically here about it; any
physical locale can be connected up together in that way.
The great physicists of modern days and times realize this truth on a
level that limits it to the labs they work in, and they refuse to
apply this truth ever, to the real life that we all must live in
while human. But without getting into the specifics and doing major
dot connecting dog shit today with all of these things, let us
examine another wild political item that is right in front of our
faces, and maybe the fucking DEMOCRATS are fully cognizant of what I
am about to say and tell here, and maybe they are not, but if they
are, they are being smart to keep their goddamn mouths shut, and I
call that reasoning, the WISE
REALTOR REASONING,
and I'll explain what I mean by that right now. Several decades ago
when my mom and I were selling out home in Mantua, NJUSAESMWG, in the
early part of the year of 1980, that led me to moving into the great
and illustrious 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, after the sale was
complete; we
observed how some realtors who were showing our home to perspective
buyers, kept their mouths totally shut, not offering one thing.
They just let the peeps walk around, and normally it was a hubby-wife
team, and they would speak to each other or upon rare occasion they
would ask the realtor a question, and he or she would be sure to
answer their queries in very short and specific terms, never offering
up any information other than what was absolutely necessary, minute
by minute, and my mom and I back then, didn't know what to make of
that seemingly weird sales technique. We would talk about this for
years to come, and then one day, my mom sat down and said to me, how
this was really a very smart move, and you now will see what is being
said as I move this conversation with you all a bit further onward
now, into a political issue of current times. I am speaking of the
guy running against our incumbent president, Sir Biden. Am I the only
one who has noticed that never before in the history of modern
political presidential campaigns do we hear anything specific about
the man, MISTER BIDEN? I mean some of us know some very basic things,
we know he was a vice president, we know he is a gentleman and
totally opposite of Mister Trump, and a few tid bit little morsels
and scraps of diddly poop information, and I am sitting in here
wondering and head scratching half of my balding hair off of my head,
just why is nothing ever being said, about the man, his character,
his past, his record, and you know that I can go on an don, as this
is unlike any other thing I have ever seen in my nearly fucking cunt
seventy years of living here in present persona. Now if this is being
done intentionally, so that TRUMP and his evil BRIGGBASE EARTHLY
CHAPTERED powerhouse fawces, cannot have as much or any ammunition to
shoot at Mister Biden, maybe I shouldn't have spoken out here and
blown the great cover plan, but the truth is here people, I simply
don't know what the fuck is happening around here any more, so I ask
you, do you?????????????????
When
I was out six nights ago, last Saturday night, I was at the fishing
wall near the great Melody Lane Library of Saint Lucie County's Main
Branch, and I was struck by that military airplane that has stalked
me for many decades now. I told you about this but now I will add
something further for you. It was two passes over me. The first was
going northbound around ten past nine, and then the second strike was
ten minutes later, at approximately twenty past nine; and this time,
it was coming at me head on from the north, and it was heading
southbound. I have very good logical reasons for desiring to tell the
accurate and full story of all of these type of horrendous
harassment's and persecution's on me, that started in the year of
1986. I know what I am doing, so believe that; and none of this is
being done haphazardly or scatterbrained, so that the lovely harbor
resident of the Jersey Shore areas or just west a wee little bit,
Mizz Terry Egghead, can say that to me. These reports are being given
accurately, but I do not always have time to go into full details at
the exact time when they happen to me, as my life, if you have not
yet gathered after reading all these blogs; is beyond a thousand
quintessential mother humping nightmares on steroids, yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
8:26
AM, THURSDAY, 30 JULY, 2020
RIVER
SNAKES, SHADOW MONSTERS, AND ENDLESS BOOHOOS, CHAPTER
6
My
turd chewing prick nabe next to me is a total nut who belongs in
prison. He woke me up slamming his door, banging around in his
unit, and shouting at somebody. In the pre Carter days, peeps who
acted up were sent into what then was simply called, “mental
hospitals”, and this is where peeps belong who think nothing of
upsetting the rest of us poor slobs who are just trying to survive
and make it through life's nightmare!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yesterday
was quieter, so during this recent period of SUMMER-TIME HELL JUST
AS LAST YEAR, making it through two days without lots of fucking
shit, is just about impossible, Mister MICROSUCKS
Shitsapookna!!!!!!!!!! In any event, I did have a MAJOR HEALTH
ASSAULT yesterday, but I am better today in that area of my hellish
interactions with the evil wicked MILITUFORCE. The assault struck my
heart at about 12:50 in the afternoon yesterday. I call it a CUBAN
SONIC DEATH BEAM (CSDB) for short, or as described by me in 1988, a
CHINA-STAR-ATTACK!!!!!! The U.S. Copyright © Office knows about this
one, I assure you, me' Blogaudians!!!!!!! As soon as the heart strike
happened where suddenly I get lots of irregular rhythms, a minute or
two later comes a diareah attack that was small, but definitely
there. I was able to counter these assaults with a large dosage of
both Metamucil as well as magnesium. If you know exactly how to fight
these things, you survive better. Still, I am quite sure that the
health strike helped the DJIA gain 160 points or whatever it was
yesterday, and that usually prevents any major ENEMY-605 Mexicadoor
assaults on me, so you go Mister Dow Jones. I never thought that I
would hear myself say such a monstrous thing. Gee fucking willagars!
So after the health assault and before I took the compensating
pharmacological formula; I was also visited by a HEAVY
DEATH ANGEL ASSAULT ON MY LEFT SIDE. What else is new folks?
That, as peeps like to say in this rotten life, is simply “par
for the course”!!!!! Still, Sir Mortimer Mortino is very
active in this part of the world as we all know, so he is going to be
around. I just happen to be a bit more sensitive I suppose, and I get
to hear the goddamn prick as he passes by, on or off the Egyptian
Easter Holidays of olden times, for crying out fucking cunt loudly.
Back
before this Coronavirus nightmare began taking off into the monster
it has become, there was a NASA rocket launch that President Donald
Trump wanted to attend here in Florida, for some mysterious reason,
as he doesn't routinely attend these space missions as many die hard
fans and locals to the area do. Still he was there on that day, and
when I was watching it on television, and I never etched the memory
into my head of whether it was on the CNN or some other station, but
I remember very well, seeing a time echo while watching this thing. I
only wish that some mother fucker out here who laughs at these
things, and many there are, especially in the Democratic side of the
aisle, and being one of my main reasons for not being a member of
either of these shitty political parties when push comes to total
John Crowley 1979 shove; but I wish those who call peeps like me
crazy delusional liars, would put me on a polygraph machine, knowing
fully well that I have absolutely no training in these matters so
there is no way that I can “beat the box” as some call it. I
would pass with flying colors. When I say these weird things happen
to me, they do, and to quote my organizational BIG BROTHER from
1968-1970, Mister John Colorado Henningsen, “It's just that
simple”. Yes people, I was watching this launch that Trump for some
reason wanted to attend and was there that day, and about eight to
twelve seconds before the launch occurred, I saw the lift off take
place and then while the countdown was still happening, suddenly the
rocket was still on the launch pad and the count was just about at
zero, and then it went up right on schedule and all was normal after
that, but I saw what I fucking saw. People say that it is magical
thinking to then put that incident together with Trump's attendance
there that day, and I don't agree. I say, just as the world renown
Mister James Redfield proclaims in his fantastic two Celestine Books;
these type of things are there and they are part of an unraveling
system of clues, that the cosmos is intentionally there to reveal to
us, this otherwise forever hidden information. Synchronicity is
nothing more than dot-connections 101 being displayed for our benefit
of then becoming our own detectives and solving these clues that
would have no other way of being solved. So call it MT if you want,
oh you numbskull Democrats. That is your free right to do so, and it
is my free right to disagree vehemently with you, and say that you're
all close minded fucking fools on spiritual matters. They say they go
to church and believe in God and Christian basic concepts, but Jesus
preaches of dark spiritual (invisible forces), and Jesus speaks of
demonic activity, and all the things that belong to the spiritual
plane where it all comes from, yet they don't call Jesus a nut case.
These democrats are totally fucking hypocritical, but then so were
the goddamn asshole pharisees and Sadducees of Jesus' time, remember?
Well, just read all about it in that book we all have, our BIBLES for
crying out loud! These things are why I don't have a party
affiliation. There are simply too many things I despise about both
sides of the aisle. Here comes another NEW-HACK where the fucking
screen comes on with some stupid shitty annoying thing just because I
strike a key on my typewriter, and this is about seven times now that
this new fucking bullshit has happened to me; oh great BFI, FCC,
ACLU, WC at the Hague.
As
of 2:10 yesterday, the local area weather report from “TWC” was
as follows:
AIR
QUALITY---GOOD
TEMPERATURE---89
and heading to 90
HEAT
INDEX---102
HUMIDITY---68%
WINDS---ESE
@ 11 MPH
SKY
CONDITIONS---SUNNY
SUNRISE/SUNSET---6:43
A/8:11 P
PREDICTIONS---TURNING
PTLY CLDY WITH A 20% RN CHNC
The
storm in the Atlantic or Caribbean area that is near the Virgin
Islands and Lesser Antilles, was not named yet as of the time of the
weather report, but will be according to most of the Meteorologists.
It will come directly over Florida they tell us, bringing heavy rains
and up to 50 MPH winds. As of 2:30 yesterday, Saint Thomas Island is
84 and has winds gusting up to 41 MPH. This area was Helen Zebriski's
old stomping ground, as she told me that she grew up there. I think
this is where she met that asshole hubby of hers too that I saw that
day in the Resorts Hotel of Atlantic City Parking Garage, walking
into the elevators that led into the casino floor. That was the day
in 1999 where the great Lifeguard down in South Atlantic City, gave
me his great advice about life, and women too, I suppose. In any
case, that's all water underneath the mother humping bridge now. This
is about Potential Tropical Cyclone #9, and not old girlfriends who
were more like glorified hookers, when all is said and done.
Let
me quickly explain some very basic Morianity teachings. Seeing things
in reverse can sometimes help our focus on things when seeing it
straight on cannot quite allow a clear viewing. Our brains create a
human consciousness and there is no little “US” inside of our
heads sitting at a desk with a lightbulb shining and a sign pointing
to us in there saying, “Here I am”. No neurosurgeon can explain
where our conscious and sentient self and reality is coming from.
They barely understand the mere working of some of the brain. Our
bodies are a power supply and have nothing to do with our conscious
self either. It is just creating a process that allows oxygenation to
our brains. Deprive the brain cells of oxygen for even a few minutes,
and poof it's “lights out forever” on the human realm. Our human
dreaming life is over that had been confined inside of a timeline.
That simply means a point of origin and a point of termination. So
when our brain places human consciousness within the confines of STM
or the material realm, and looking at this entire truth in reverse;
all time being truly zero dimensional singularity so in fact, where
our truth is that twins into a brain and a human life, our real
existence is there all along without time; and hence it never began,
nor will it ever end. It is like seeing the other example as a
reverse to make it a little bit clearer, where suddenly we see a
counter about to reach zero on a bomb that will explode and blow us
to bits. As the explosion goes off, and if we could somehow take an
incredible video record of the process and slow it down into the
great nanosecond splits of time; we would see our self slowly
blowing up and then we would see our brain literally take that tiny
little remaining bit of time, and expand it out forever so that the
actual event of death so to speak, never can get around to taking
place. We exist, time is pure illusion, and nobody gets it. It is a
lonely road to be on, as I appear to be isolated from the entire
pack, holding this wisdom and having the entire world look at me and
go 'derrrrrr'!!!!! In any event, Jane Sleazeweedsdisease just nailed
me with her rotten mother stinking page eleven of eleven, so I'll
need to now compensate with my FIVE-GROUPS.
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This
was entirely my own fault for not paying attention, and remembering
to fucking draw in my Fonda Avoidance Coloring Lines, or FACL for
short, yo!!!!!!!!!!!
Jul
22,
2020 3:00 AM – Jul
29,
2020 2:00 AM
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great folks; I could never make a good Democrat, as they have way too
much baggage connected with things that are near and dear to my very
existence. My entire life, all stems from the Astral Plane, and I
cannot be associated with those who mock and laugh at my wisdom and
life experiences.
LEVEL-1---
Less
than human life when dreaming out into hyperspace on the Earth-Planet
or 'otherwise' physical plane locales
LEVEL-2---
Normal
human beings of Earth while dreaming off of the Purgatory
LEVEL-3---
The
trickle few of all times, who become totally enlightened while
dreaming on the Earth Planet and away from the Astral Plane, but are
still not accepted members of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY
LEVEL-4---
Type-3-Exploratron
ESS-Members while dreaming off the Purg onto the Earth Planet, and
maybe other physical plane locales too
LEVEL-5---
The
87 most special friends of SSJK known as HER VIQUEENS, as well
as other energetic equally balanced entities, that are biblically
referenced as the Angels or Demons, and
the Ancient Astronaut Theorist groups refer to as the Gods-Goddesses;
believing only their existence in realities confined however to the
physical plane, and not in the Purgatory
LEVEL-6---
The
extremely special agent-messenger droid beings overseeing the lower
groupations of Level-5 groupations, biblically referenced as the
Archangels
LEVEL-7---
The
one million Astral (Purgatory) Plane Entities, in charge of the
Astral Political Machine and Council of Ruling and Governing
Controllers, known as and identified by them in one incredible radio
broadcast some time back in Miami, Florida, USA; as the “Millionth
Council”, and even also referenced in the great Bible
Scriptures New Testament Gospels by the Lord Jesus Christ, regarding
telling His disciples to never call your brother a fool, or you will
be in danger of and from this council of controllers.
LEVEL-8---
Astral-Plane
COINS, the top GODS, and with the second absolute most powerful total
amounts of energy, that may be used for accomplishing desires and
goals, as well as being able to maintain Astral Existence before
losing enough power and falling into human dreaming entities on the
physical plane and scattered throughout the entire 5th
dimensional hyperspace called CREATION.
LEVEL-9---
Astral-Plane
COILS, the absolute top GODS, and with the very absolute most
powerful total amounts of energy, that may be used for accomplishing
desires and goals, as well as being able to maintain Astral Existence
before losing enough power and falling into human dreaming entities
on the physical plane and scattered throughout the entire 5th
dimensional hyperspace called CREATION.
The
problem is that I could never ever be a goddamn Republican either.
Their attitude towards the have's and the have not's of the American
way of life, are as contrary to our basic belief systems of our
wonderful founding fathers, as anything
could ever hope to be. Hey the fathers weren't perfect.
They had slaves, they had some modern day Republican type of views;
and I won't lie here and even try and say differently. Still, if you
idiots out here who think you're god almighty and are not, only knew
what these powerful peeps wanted for all of us poverty oppressed
downtrodden folks; you would look me up and
give me a Barrack Bear Hug, Coronavirus
or no coronavirus!!!!!!!!! I am no phony fraud. If I don't
understand or know a particular thing, I'll say I don't, for all you
dirty dancing fans out here who love Jerry Orbach, and Nosirrebob,
“Nobody's gonna' put Jenny Grey in any damn corner here, PS. The
only corner punishments, are back on Woodlyn Avenue in Woodlyn, New
Jersey; when Diana put me in the corner that day. I am just not
politically intelligent enough to know what officially makes a
citizen a so called party affiliated “INDEPEDENT”. Is it when,
such as with me, we have split ideas from both parties where we love
as well as hate many things from BOTH AISLE SIDES, or is it something
entirely different. I cannot get a good explanation from anyone on
this, and plan to Google up the matter, Sir Gomer 'Microsucks Pyle'
of the great and wonderful 'GooOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLEEEEEY', USMC; and
maybe the great gods of the computer realm can explain it to me once
and for goddamn all, for crying out loudspeaker LOUDLY!!!!!!!! All I
know is that I could never be a real loud and proud “R” or “D”
because of too much incredible disagreement with both of the parties
on many issues. But for right now in my present hellishness, this is
of course the absolute very least of me' fucking problems.
I
am one totally mother fucked up duck; yet it is
all the dams quacks out there that have caused this nasty
mess. So maybe I will drive all the way up on I-95
to the GAP Academy Road exit in 'Pensy', and then I forget whether I
make a left or a right onto GRANT AVENUE. OH BY GASH, BY
GOLLY; GREAT NORTH BY NORTHWEST ACTOR, MR. G—R—A—N—T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So then, is it still true that if it quacks like a duck, 'Misses
Mohr' More Problems; it is
one?????????????????? JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
FONTY! That fucking
ever annoying (`~HACK) is caused by a long time problem of a bad
keyboard key with the right side SHIFT that does not always make
smalls into big. SO W-O-W to THAT, lovely Mizz Land Owning O.W.
HOLY CUNT
CHEWING STINK SNOT ON FIRE, BRO,
I am tired
of being the fucking fall guy all of my dam ass life; Professor
Theodore Jackson, and Shorty MacInvondi, and Bruce Allen
Keyboards-From-Petahell Pennock, YO!!!! Computer hackers are fucking with me here on GOOGLE-BLOGGE2-NITE, FBI, but what else is goddamn new in me' life?
THE END, IF THIS POSTS UP, YO!
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