Mountainpen's Blog

OFFICIAL DYING DECLARATION OF 2 MARCH 2016

March 2, 2016

the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament”

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

CHAPTER 127, GTNOTG

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 127

RED ALERT—–RED ALERT—–RED ALERT

I AM UNDER A MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ CUNT CHEWING DEATH SIEGE, SHERIFF MASCARA, THAT IS NOW TWO DAYS OLD. YESTERDAY I HAD AN ALL DAY JAMES ASSAULT WITH HIS ILLEGAL MOTHER FUCKING DIRT BAG ROACH NABES FROM HELL DOOR SLAMMING, I HAD NASTY AFTERNOON CHEMTRAILING AROUND MY APARTMENT, AND NUMEROUS OTHER ASSAULTS. TODAY IT STARTED AT JUST SHY OF SIX THIS MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ DICK LICKING MORNING WITH A MAJOR UTILITY PHONE NOISE STRIKE FOLLOWED BY A FIRE ALARM RIGHT AFTER THAT, THAT IS STILL SOUNDING AT 6:59 OF THE CLOCK THIS MORNING, SIR, YO YO YO YO. ON TOP OF THIS, THEY HAVE INJURED MY HEALTH THROUGH ALL OF THESE THINGS; AN ALREADY ELDERLY FRAIL PATHETIC PERSON, WHO NEEDS AND IS NOT GETTING PROPER PROTECTION FROM HIS LIFELONG RIVAL ENEMY, DIRT BALL TRUMP. AS I SPEAK, THE FIRE TRUCK IS HERE, AND THE ALARM IS DEACTIVATED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BEFORE THIS ALARM SOUNDED WHILE TRYING TO LOG ONTO MY COMPUTER, I TOOK ANOTHER FUCKING MAJOR DEATH ASSAULT, WITH A TOTAL FREEZE UP HACK, ON TOP OF ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING CUNT HUFFING MILF LICKING DOG SHIT, KIND SIR, AND I ACCUSE ALL OF MY ENEMIES SPOKEN OF ON THIS BLOG FOR TEN YEARS OF WIPING ME OUT AND TOTALLY KILLING ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!

This is murder, murder, murder. I have been tormented and tortured by these New York and New Jersey enemies for thirty solid fuckiGN cunt ass years, and there is no way that my aging frail pathetic wimpy body can stand too much more of this, and I accuse the county I live in after I am dead, of permitting my murder to take place, forcing my life to be cut short through this never ending torment and torture. This is an official mother fuckiGN dying utterance and dying declaration.

You know 5, 10, 15, 20, 25 years ago when people doubted my problems with my cousin, that was one thing. Now that they all see the monster that he truly is and that my claims are all real, they still live under a mother fuckign total trance as if he is able to perform mass hypnosis on the whole fucking shit eating world. Then I am still doubted. How can I win? I have been up front and honest from the start of it all, just as I now tell you I am getting another mother fuckiGN freeze up on this machine at 7:11. Ladder 15 deactivated the alarm eleven minutes ago but this siege on me will be major and last and last, unless my cunt chewing sheriff decides to assist me before it is too god dam fucking late and he has my murder on his hands later on today, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTING HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!

Nothing ever changes Sheriff, including the misfeasance of my public servants all over this ugly country!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You all know I am getting mauled and pummeled and clocked 24-7-365.242199, and you won’t lift a fucking cunt chewing finger to aid me at allberries or BluCRANTRAN situations. I have proven these rotten people have totally wrecked my entire life, and you all sit there with your thumbs stuck up your ass and do nothing at all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nothing ever changes Sheriff, Nothing ever changes Sheriff, Nothing ever changes Sheriff, Nothing ever changes Sheriff, Nothing ever changes Sheriff, Nothing ever changes Sheriff!!!!!!!!!

Live Camera image from Jupiter Inlet Lighthouse

This is a blog paste page, for posting at sites that are not BLOGGER DOT COM. If you wish to read me at this site, with great quality and better photos and more color, etcetera, and are someplace else, just use my link please, and come to BLOGGER.

http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/

Thank you folks, and have a very nice day, something the MILITUFORCE will never let me do, am I correct WPIX-TV-1988, AGENTS FALCON AND CONDOR?

http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/

YES FOLKS, ALWAYS TRY AND BE A HERO, AND THEN JUST BE SATISFIED TO BE A SURVIVOR. UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES, HAVING THE ABILITY TO SUCCEED IS ALWAYS TRUMPED BY HAVING THE HUMILITY TO KINDLY ACCEPT FAILURE, AND THEN THE WILLINGNESS TO LEARN FROM WHAT WENT WRONG.

AdChoices

Quantcast

When these cunt chewers get on a major roll, my life is in super fucking deadly danger, as they will go for the kill, SHERIFF, god fucking dam it. Please do your dam job and protect me, YO. Look at that rotten cheated fucking market and see why Bernie knows just how evil all of this Wall Street shit truly is. You don’t hear any other candidate spout off the truth day and night. Without his help, America is lost and doomed forever. If I am the victim of Wall Street and Trump and their capitalist pig swine pals today, many of you will also be, tomorrow, I promise you all that, so laugh on assholes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dow Jones Industrial Average (^DJI)

This evil sick rally is not because of any explainable actions or situations coming from the world. It has gone flying on this rally up towards ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS VERY SOON, all on the back of the torment and ICPE-APE technology, of killing and wiping out one MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR, YO YO YO!!!

[ 26 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.

PAu000204016

1980

[ 27 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Same title.

PAu003037983

2005

[ 28 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Thanx to the shadows.

PAu002237985

1997

[ 29 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

You’ll Be Crossing Over.

Pau—stolen form

2013

No Detective Green sir; they didn’t want to lose their dam jobs up there at the GAP US © OFFICE. We know what’s being said, sir, and you’re one hell of a cool dude, YO!!! Well it’s time for me to put my fucking affairs in order and get ready for death. The angel of death, Morty Mortino, is all over me; buzzing from one ear to the other, over and fucking cunt over, and over and over again!!!!!!!!!! I need a nice quiet fucking eternity somewhere, only that idea is for fools and babies. We all know that one, allberries Roddenberry and Pink Goddess.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP22 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.

Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).

Computer, MAGNESONIC, on an ‘I’ to ‘D’, A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT’S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S—T—O—P

There will be a lot of mother fucking dirt bag capitalist pigs and their families, mysteriously killed by Magnesonic. You’ll all be very very mother fuckiGN sorry for murdering me and destroying my entire mother fuckiGN dick licking ass life, YO!!!!! How about those deers, magazine articles, and guard reports, AC. Bill said, ”Mark, you spit in the guy’s cereal”. I said, ”What Bill, I didn’t do anything”? He then said to me, ”Oh yes you did, he saw you writing that report”. Oh Lordess, should I worry about getting myself shot, or maybe my pals, the EWF Lewis’s will come over with DEEZY, and all of them can lift me up and tell me I don’t like them. You know what, maybe I don’t like all these folks so much, but I wish them all well. This is their world, and I just want to get out of here, Mister Callas!!!!!!!! MURDER IS AGAINST THE LAW. EXECUTION FOR MURDERERS IS NOT!!!!!

PARALLEL UNIVERSE WORDS AND MEANINGS:

PRISH—–someone who gives responses to things said to them, that make little to no sense based on what was originally said. Prishy conversation, or he’s a real prish.

There is nothing fucking prishy about my nightmare or my horrible fucking enemies from hell.

END TRANSMISSION.

Posted by mark wayne mohr at 4:37 AM No comments:

Email This

BlogThis!

Share to Twitter

Share to Facebook

Share to Pinterest

Labels: DEATH SIEGE, EVIL CROOKED WALL STREET, EVIL EMPIRE AMERICA, ICPE APE TECHNOLOGY, MAJOR SKY DEATH SIEGE, major utility persecution, NABES FROM HELL

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

CHAPTER 126, GTNOTG

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 126

THE BEGINNING:

I am a very strong believer in certain bible verses being more than just very important to know off the top of ones head, but literally burned and etched into the very essence or (spirit) of each one of us. Right now the one that I am concerned with is seeking and finding, knocking on doors so they’ll be opened, etcetera. I more than most know how powerful this is, and many might disagree with my thoughts and beliefs, and that’s fine and well, as I am totally for freedom, 100%. A lot of people think this bible verse is some weird supernatural commandment whereby if we wish to have wisdom in general or on one particular matter at any given present point, we pray and read bible scripture and watch for the major events surrounding our lives and so forth. That is all fine and well, but using only big things is a lot like major record labels in the music business, verses all of the independent music, and undiscovered music, throughout decades of time. Hey, again you can disagree with me, but I say bull-slap when it comes to the music idea, so why would this thing with looking for wisdom and finding it only through the most ”MAJOR” events around us, being the ultimate key?

I look at the smaller items every bit as much as some of the larger ones, when I seek guidance on many things. Besides running to mystical magical large black panther cats and their numerological wisdom, I also believe that every single thing around you, once you question anything, is automatically signaled by way of lawtronic built in programs of a sort, to show and reveal answers. If someone has access to a lot of people and places and their lives are filled with busy interactiveness with numerous other folks, this is one thing. When others such as myself, in poor health, are more or less shut ins with very little outside interaction, then other things come into play which substitute those other things, such as what we may see and hear on the television, or radio, or internet, or what have you. I am going to connect that with what I now tell you, and by ”you”, I mean basically me someday down the line when I retrieve this information. I know there is no legitimate viewing audience, and those few who do read me are all just assholes and enemies. So this blog is for the most part, Mister Chris Bennett and Mister Ed Lynch, merely my own detailed memories for my own later reflections!

Even before I left the Cooley Hall and school at age eighteen years and two months, I was being very carefully watched and monitored by some sort of force or group or whatever it may be, that are also encountered by those who attempt to get to the bottom of various paranormal or extraterrestrial related things. Some call them MIBS for men in black with sun shades over their eyes, and there are other names from UFOCI’S (Club Infiltrators) and I have heard a laundry list of other names that need not be included right now on this blog text. Even as a boy in Atlantic city, I was always being targeted by them, and today these people have somehow merged with the entertainment world, the high end military forces, and the billionaires and other financial-economic controllers of global society. When the death-siege persecution on me all seemingly began happening, or when things really got started on me, where anyone keeping a dairy or a chart system would unmistakably see this truth reflected back, as an undeniable reality, which occurred on August 15, 1986; these listed entities, were those that seemed mostly connected directly, with the attempt to totally wipe me out, and destroy me, in some super black stealthy black operation and covert devious manner, like a wild sick demented group, and legion of demons sent against me, straight from hell. However I look at all of this, certain constants and certain truths always remain. One of these truths is that this power on and against me can be accurately measured, and it is real, and I am not crazy, nor am I imagining any of this. Others too have witnessed it, and run for cover, never looking back, and this of course has led to the entire world either on one side causing this to all happen against me, while the other side, endlessly runs far away and distances themselves from me forever. I will tell you now as I have told you before, or really me. This is coming now from the National Broadcasting Company, the Comcast Corporation, and Donald J. Trump, who of course is all intertwined throughout those two entities. Still, this three sided sword has literally sliced my entire life apart since the nineteen seventies turned into the eighties and the nineties, and has then progressed onward right up and through present times of 2016. Now things are reaching an absolute ultimate crescendo. If I could have had my blog work out the way Chris and Ed had told me it should, I may have been able to come out of this. But of course they all own my blogs and everything else, through the new god called Microsoft Corporation who owns and controls Google, Youtube, Facebook, and all of it. There never ever was any chance at all for me to come out of this. The last laugh was on me all the time. It always boils dowen to the ultimate reality of the great card game that most children have learned and played, called WAR. There are spins that even great NASCAR drivers cannot pull out of. These mother fuckers have made sure to place me into one of them, right after I had met David Roth over at the Caldor Department Store of Woodbury Heights, New Jersey, in early November in the year of 1985. From there, it has been one down hill ride straight into blood sucking hellfire with no possible way of escape. This is why I do not believe in any way, in any kind of a father god who is loving or caring. I believe this is the biggest hoax ever fucking perpetrated on humanity.

Naturally, their evil stock market is flying up. It will fly up to 30,000 points before election day. Everyone is not a fool or stupid. The reason people vote the way they do is because they have an active T3E inside of them and controlling them, and soon when it is all over, and I mean ALL OVER; they will be themselves again, only the voting they do will not be erasable. The Milituforce will now run this entire planet, and I will have the last laugh after death as I did try and warn people, and they just laughed at me all the way.

+++THE END+++

Posted by mark wayne mohr at 8:26 AM No comments:

Email This

BlogThis!

Share to Twitter

Share to Facebook

Share to Pinterest

Older Posts Home

Subscribe to: Posts (Atom)

Followers

Blog Archive

▼ 2016 (110) ▼ March (2) CHAPTER 127, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 126, GTNOTG

► February (41)
► January (67)

► 2015 (772)

► 2014 (502)

► 2013 (510)

► 2012 (1261)

► 2011 (1)

About Me

mark wayne mohr being one of perhaps ten humans since time began who have memory going back far beyond current physical birth, I am doing my best to deal with an extremely unpleasant situation.View my complete profile

Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS KEEPS MOVING ON, SHERIFF AND AG AND GOV SCOTT

February 25, 2016

the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament”

Thursday, February 25, 2016

CHAPTER 122, GTNOTG

This mother fucking cunt lapping SATAN won’t leave me cunt chewing alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hold the dam mayo, and listen up, YO:

David N. Bimston, MDMy PhotoAllan Golding, MD

My life is not exactly Jekyll and Hyde; but I will tell you that I don’t fucking need to talk about what my rotten dam daughter did and all of her family, not to you, to me, or even to Russell out there, wherever he may be, Mister Chester-Frank BluCRANTRAN Blue Anchor, New Jersey, USA. They did NOT want me, all things notwithstanding Microsoft Corporation, to BE HYPNOTIZED. YYYYYYYYY??????? Just exactly knew out here knew exactly what, all of those god dam mother fucking rotten ass years? Think about it. I had people almost insane and almost ready to commit fucking homicide over this issue in the nineties, and then when Dock Mark Wolf’s Clinic in Moorestown, New Jersey, finally did indeed perform major hypnotherapy on me; my entire life altered, and the entire world, and especially in Atlantic City, all went fucking ape cunt shit nuts squared. You all know this is true. The FBI knows it, the fucking NSA knows it, and my Russian pal Mister SNOWED-IN knows it. Hey buddy, I am the one that is all snowed in here. I was hoping you were going to help me, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 122

Now before the sun has a chance to set on this very true nightmare story, I will tell you that the flowers were supposed to be delivered to an audition and repertoire person, a lady, in NYC, (A&R), along with a copy of my song, written early in 2000 at Guthrie Short’s mansion in Blue Anchor, New Jersey, USA, called, “Atlantic Queen” and I think it was part of the copyrighted music project called, ‘Russ Walker’s Star Travelers of 1896′.

Holy mother fucking milf mamas banging hard on top, this is cunt chewing fuckiGN absurd, Mister Mack Soapmouth Kaiter of 1967 and 1968, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Public Catalog

Search Request: Left Anchored Name = Mohr, Mark W

Search Results: Displaying 1 through 25 of 28 entries.

[ 11 ]

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Real good girl.

PAu000881543

1986

[ 12 ]

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Russ Walker’s Star travelers of 1896-SJK.

PAu002506106

2000

[ 13 ]

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

PAu000501582

1983

[ 26 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.

PAu000204016

1980

[ 27 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Same title.

PAu003037983

2005

[ 28 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Thanx to the shadows.

PAu002237985

1997

[ 29 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

You’ll Be Crossing Over.

Pau—stolen form

2013

Dow Jones Industrial Average (^DJI)

The mother fucking death angel is on me today like black is on cunt chewing fucking midnight, kind folks, and many unkind rotten ones as well!!!!! And as the chart above tells the true story as always, gee I fucking why death is all around and over me, YO?

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

[ 20 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.

PAu001148157

1988

[ 21 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.

PAu001189027

1989

Live Camera image from Jupiter Inlet Lighthouse

Very soon, I am going to throw away every electronic machine in my apartment, including this computer. These are all TOOLS OF SATAN, and I refuse to play HIS SICK TWISTED GAMES.

WOW, ”I’m impressed”, Aunt Geraldine Cuss-word Groundhog! Yeah, Gadfly, I hear there is a price on his head, along with Zimmy; good. Who needs roadkill and murderers all around us when there are enough tears and fears and jeers lurking all around us and our loved ones?

This entire computer nonsense is for the birds. Folks want to remain way to secretive, and to me, it is silly and stupid, like we are all 6 year olds playing spies and agents. This is not James Bond, this is a real world, and I am going to be rapping all of this up. I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My PhotoImage result for sheriff ken j. mascara

I can invite the mayor and the sheriff and the AG over for dinner any time, and have nothing to hide, CUZZ DONALD!!!

SO GOD DAM END MOTHER FUCKING TRANSMISSION, YO!!!

Posted by mark wayne mohr at 3:34 PM No comments:

Email This

BlogThis!

Share to Twitter

Share to Facebook

Share to Pinterest

Labels: agents from hell, ALIENS AMONGST US SINCE 1972, ANOTHER WORST FUCKING TIME IN FLORIDA, EVIL CROOKED WALL STREET, HELP US ALL BERNIE SANDERS, ICPE APE TECHNOLOGY

CHAPTER 121, GTNOTG

OOOOOOPS, I AM INTO MY WEEK NUMBER 6 OF PURE HELL FROM THE MILITUFORCE ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY USING ROTTEN BASTARDS FROM HOT SHIT EATING HELL. AND IN A LITTLE LESS THAN A YEAR, I WILL BE FREE OF MOST OF MY BAD CREDIT. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Whoops! It looks like portions of our site are being blocked! Check your browser settings or contact your network administrator.

• Donate

• Facebook

• Twitter

• Google+

• Feed

•

•
•

Consumerist

Want Consumerist in your inbox? We will not sell or rent your email

credit scores

9 shares

Tell a friend:

• 9Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)9

• Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)

• Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)

• Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)

• Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)

• Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)

• 2Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)2

• Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)

• Click to email (Opens in new window)

• Click to print (Opens in new window)

•

How Long Before That Debt Falls Off My Credit Report?

By Ben Popken July 17, 2009

Reader Frank asks,

Is a true that after 7 years your bad credits go away?

By credit you mean debts, and, for the most part, the answer is yes. However, it depends. Some negative information can stay on your report for up to 15 years. Here’s a breakdown of how long each of 10 different kinds of negative items stay on your report, aka, drag down your credit score:

Delinquencies (30 – 180 days): Up to 7 years after the first missed payment, the original delinquency date, after which point you never caught up on your payments again. A 30 days late stops mattering after about a year or two, but 60+ days can last for a long time, notes commenter FDCPA Guy.

Bankruptcy: Ten years from date of discharge for chapter 7, 11, and 12. Seven years for chapter 13. Any accounts involved in the bankruptcy stay on for seven years.

Collection accounts: 7 years from the original delinquency date (ODD).

Charged-off accounts (when the original lender figures they’re never going to get money from you and writes it off as a loss and sells it to a collector): 7 years from the ODD, even if payments are late made (this is important to remember because some collectors try to say that by making a payment with them you’ve reset the debt clock. We covered this more in this post).

Closed accounts: 7 years from date of reported closing if they have delinquiencies, 10 years if there’s a positive balance.

Lost credit card: 2 years, if there’s no delinquienceies. If there are, then 7 years from ODD.

Child support judgments: 7 years from date judgement is filed.

Small claims and civil judgments: 7 years from date judgement is filed.

Liens: 15 years for unpaid tax liens. 7 years for paid liens.

Hard credit inquiries: 2 years.

Paid positive accounts: 10 years.

Positive open credit information: forever.

That many years sounds like a long time for a lot of these items. How will I ever get credit? Don’t worry so much, says commenter Stephmo. They note that a lot of credit-scoring models just look at the last 24 months, “meaning that if you keep your pills paid for 24 months and your score improves and you manage to rebuild credit for 24 solid months – this stuff starts to not matter as much. If you have 24 months of similar high re-established credit, most creditors will consider you “rehabilitated.” In many cases, you can even get auto-approved unless they’re really targeting specific delinquency types.”

[via Experian] (Photo: -heureux-)

Tell a friend:

• 9Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)9

• Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)

• Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)

• Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)

• Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)

• Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)

• 2Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)2

• Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)

• Click to email (Opens in new window)

• Click to print (Opens in new window)

•

Tagged With: credit scores, paying off debt, building credit, personal finance, TOP, credit, money, credit reports, debt, readers, ask the consumerists

« Financial Crises Are The New Babies — Have One To Save Your Marriage

Save Money on Cable Television and TV Services »

HELP ME KIND SHERIFF, THIS IS A DYING UTTERANCE

February 4, 2016

the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament”

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

CHAPTER 92, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 92

Wednesday was a major fucking BOTBAR DAY. Still, I see the fawces of Mister cunt chewing Hall at work big time, as Goddess hates her biggest secrets getting out. Fine. The old evental time warp equation of 1987 will always come into play, at least in my mind, to quote Uncle Heinz Gottwald of Babylon, New York, the now latengrate banker of snooty snotty society! These illegal mother fuckers are in here today slamming non-stop, and next, my fucking cock sucking roaches will be right back, you can just go and bet on that one, kind Sheriff Mascara sir!!!!

Image result for sheriff ken j. mascaraImage result for sheriff ken j. mascaraImage result for sheriff ken j. mascara

PINK GODDESS admits to wanting to use my DNA, ever since she saw me across the fence in Eden, that day just over 13,000 years ago, when I was who and what the Earthers call by the name, CAIN. As you read from the very beginning of HER Holy Words, SHE seems interested in multiplying the population of this little simulationogram-experiment. Before I was David, I know that I was promised that I will have more descendants here than there are countable stars in the night sky, as I said, just read the dam mother fuckiGN book and don’t trust a thing my blogs tell. I knew in Atlantic City as a boy, that SHE had come back to me, only I was as clueless as ten mayors, ten Tandy toys, ten kids from back in the American eighties, along with ten Mizz Kim Wilde’s as well. I am not making this mother fucking stuff up, Apollo-13 Astronaut, Mister Ken Mattingly. IPYT!

All fucking cunt day long, BANGING DOORS, CAR STEREOS OUTSIDE MY WINDOW, and yes Sheriff sir, it appears to be a convoy of cars that drive down from higher number streets to my west, along Avenue B, that usually turn to the right towards Orange Avenue on Seventh Street. Sometimes, they come from US-1 Federal Highway along Avenue B, and as they stop for the light, they crank up the music if you want to call that shit music, right at my window, to annoy only me, and then they lower it. Persecution from these nabes from fucking hell was all day long once it began around noon or so. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT Sheriff sir, it began in a parallel universe. I was ‘dreaming’ that this was all going on, and then I got up around quarter past mother fucking nine in the dick licking rotten morning, and all was quiet for a couple of hours, and then POW-BOOM, these bastard animals took no prisoners today on me, kind sir, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I start out before coming back here to the waking world, BEING HARASSED BY THESE FYUCKING JERK OFF SCUM BAG HALLS FAWCES, it always follows me back through the hyperspace-channel of KEVIN BACON FLATLINERS TOWEL SEEPAGE HSE, MY BRO!

They have the death beams on my body again as well, kind Sheriff Mascara. When I am soon found dead in here, you will find a blog address on my computer screen, a note taped to it will give my blog address, and it says, “Sheriff Mascara, I have been murdered and swear to this under fear of an almighty GOD, and burning in HELL for lying. For full details, please go to this internet address”:

http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/

No one could ever identify SARAH on Tennessee Avenue, no matter how god dam fucking hard I tried to pursue finding her from 1996-1999. I tried to believe that she was somehow Sarah Callio, or Sarah Karge, or God Almighty, but now, I was off base all along and I mother fuckiGN realize it. PAULA KING of Atlantic City is GOD ALMIGHTY, not Sarah, not Alannis Morrisette, not the friend of CBS’s Joan of Arcadia, or any other laughs on me for the past half mother fuckiGN century!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fuck you all.

Now listen up Mister Coral Reefs Krassel of Florida, Hubcap Smasher Time-Abductor Nick, and friends of theirs, as well as friends of Paula King of Atlantic City and WAYV; I don’t mean that the person here is. I mean that this person is being used as a channel, by some incredible dream-force-traveler from a parallel universe that is highly advanced and way beyond us here; and SHE is PINK GODDESS, and is doing all of this to the entire world, and there is no stopping her, and there is no stopping what SHE has done to me, and what SHE will obviously continue doing to me for all eternity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love PINK GODDESS, and I got her message tonight on the Cable TV. Every channel keeps getting a bright pink flash over an dover. This is HER! There is no stopping her, and SHE has done that thing with my CABLE for decades, only I was clueless back in time, what PINK GODDESS is and just how powerful SHE is. SHE is ALMIGHTY. The name I gave her before PINK-GODDESS was MIDDIE, for MDE, for MOTHER-DAUGHTER-ELECTRON. You all see it backwards as father-son-holy ghost, but it is all the same truth no matter how we all see shit on a human fucking scale.

FEBRUARY 4, 2016,

THURSDAY MORNING AT 1:09, JANE WHORE FONDA,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 66 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY——-(H-66/L-66).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 100%, AND THE WIND CHILL IS 66.

WIND IS TOO LOW TO MEASURE.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES—0.

PREDICTED LOW WAS 68 AND IS BELOW THAT.

MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.

• Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:

• Morianity Foundation

• The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version

• To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian

• RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.

I wish you would check out this illegal noise activity that goes on all night long here at Park Terrace on my Floor #6, kind Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, sir, YO!!! I am back to the mother fucking (`~-HACK) a lot too, kind Sheriff, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey YO, Aunt Alice Gallagher, of Chicago, Illinois; I’ll bet you’d do just about anything, not to have climbed into bed with my mom’s cousin Arthur Huntington, that last freaking night of your life; before he took a dam ax to you and your dam mom, who stayed in the next room just down the god dam fucking hallway of that Braintree, Massachusetts, USA home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Diva Shania, and her colorful non dreamed city of major song rip offs, merely opens a few cracked peep holes, in the dam ass doorway, to many truths and secrets, about both music, and its interaction with Mountainpen (me) for crying out freaking ass loud, YO!!!!!!!

Oh I’m dreamin’ Dream City where the lights shine pretty

Where the color of the lights are moving up and down and shining all around

Along with the lights shining up above the ground.

HelpNew SearchSearch HistoryStart Over

Public Catalog

Search Request: Left Anchored Name = Mohr, Mark W

Search Results: Displaying 1 through 25 of 28 entries.

[ 25 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Morianity tunes of 1998.

PAu002282717

1998

Save, Print and Email (Help Page)

Records

Select Format: Full Record Report 1 Latin1 MARC

All on Page
Selected On Page
Selected all Pages

Enter your email address:

Search for:

Search by:Title (omit initial article A, An, The, El, La, Das etc.) Name (Crichton Michael; Walt Disney Company) Keyword Registration Number (for VAu 598-675 type vau000598675) Document Number (for V2606 P87 type v2606p087) Command Keyword

Item type:None Recorded Documents Text Serials Music Maps Sound Recordings Computer Files Motion Pictures Visual Materials Kits Mask Works Deposit only monographs Deposit only serials Cancelled Registrations

10 records per page 25 records per page 50 records per page 100 records per page

Help Search History Titles Start Over

United States Copyright Office

HelpNew SearchSearch HistoryStart Over

I would not dare say these on my blog that were untrue, about powerful organizations and people, but folks, when they commit criminal acts on me and steal me blind, and I get robbed, assaulted, raped, and fuckiGN screwed with for my entire life after leaving high school at Cooley Wormhole Hall, in Haddonfield, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; then to quote Sigmund Malyeska back in June and July of 1969, “Mark, that’s the way it goes”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh boy oh boy, to quote my dam mother from that era and later on as well, and other shit I won’t bother to say. Still, memories come swarming in with the fucking ocean tide, and especially about my moods, and the wild wacko people who did wild wacko freaking shit to me in those days that to quote Mister Edward Himacane Lynch, “cannot be explained”, YO, I cannot tell exactly who told what, or what I heard through what IMHO were very reliable grapevines, and things along this nature; BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, I learned around the time that I was writing my blog about a year, that I am already in this family of great washcloths, long before I was brought further into it, during a summer time act of passion, underneath the Central Pier of Atlantic City!!!!! Then there was a time not far back when I wondered why Sarah Callio kept locking me up in lighthouses all over transdimensional hyperspace. Now I know that when I fucking bi-located in the autumn of 1997 back in the Somerdale death house on Harvard Avenue, that I was with Paula and Sarah in Sarah Callio’s car going over the railroad crossing near Northfield New Jersey’s city hall area, and heard Sarah tell Paula, “I don’t think I can go for any of that”, that really, Paula can go into Sarah or PAULA who lives here in this universe, any time she wants to, after-all, SHE IS PINK GODDESS ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH SS, and no, not the great SAMSUNG, even if they did guess correctly about the galaxy’s edge and PINK GODDESS PAULA!!!

Now why exactly, Sarah Callio Martino, somewhere in hyperspace; trapped me in a lighthouse, and yelled my name out, over and over, ‘JoJo-JoJo’; I will never totally know, so let me widen the scope of the topic, so we can see this in a larger blend of bigger pictures, and out of one tiny confined box; great ladies and gentlemen. First, my spell-checker is disabled, so I must close the word program out and reboot into it to activate the anti-hack procedure. OK I’m back, EVIL CHUCKIE, DAWN-MARIE, BEETLEJUICE NONSTAR, and FREDDY ELM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will never totally know

Well maybe never totally, but I am onto you now, Pink Goddess Paula Pau000204015 Microsucks!!!

This is why the third personality of PINK GODDESS was so pissed off at me when I tried to lull her into taking a nap back over the weekend, and then began to question some of my children about what it is like to be their type of life, after-all, I again, am the seed, as always. Still, lovely Paula keeps me endlessly in the dark. WOW THAT, oh world, WOW THAT!!!!!!!!!! The longer this all goes on the more I am closer to figuring out what those in absolute power are indeed hushing up in top majestic secret protected files.

Well folks, if you want to keep on doubting the credibility of all of this mother fucking shit, then be dumb and go right ahead. Bernie Sanders and I know the truth at least to some of this dam horrendous shit. Noon was when the persecution began, so fuck me, take a look at the market charts as long as it is before Thursday Opening Bell at half past nine Eastern American Time. No harassment the day before, and the DJIA stock market was down. To get it up, THEY MUST HARASS MOTHER FUCKING ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will go on saying this mother fuckiGN shit until I am blue in the cunt huffing face, people of Planet Earth!!!

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

Dow Jones Industrial Average (^DJI)

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

My Photo

AS LONG AS THESE WICKED MOTHER FUCKERS HAVE ME TO PICK ON AND PERSECUTE TO DEATH, THE STOCK MARKET WILL GO WAY UP EACH TIME. THE WORLD COURT IS FAKE AND EVERYTHING IS A HOAX OUT THERE AND I HAVE ‘FUCKIGN’ DIED AND GONE INTO ETERNAL MOTHER FUCKING HELL. THERE SIMPLY IS NO OTHER POSSIBLE GOD DAM EXPLANATION FOR SHIT LIKE FUCKING THIS; YO YO!

END TRANSMISSION.

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 91

Sheriff Mascara sir, THE MILI-2-FAWCES ARE KILLING ME, YO!!!

I AM UNDER A MAJOR DEATH ATTACK WITH PULSATON TESLA DEATH ATTACK BEAS THAT ARE FUCKING UP MY HEART, NOISE ALL OVER IN THE HOOD, BNABES SLAMMING AND CAR STEREOS REAL BAD AGAIN THE PAST FEW DAYS AND GETTING WORSE EACH DAY THAT YOUR MEN REFUSE TO COME AROUND AND OFFER PROTECTION TO INNOCENT FRAGILE SENIOR CITIZENS, KIND SIR. THE COPS SAID THEY WOULD TRY TO PROTECT RESIDENTS OF THIS BUILDING IN HELL FROM THESE SCUM-GANGSTER HIPPER/RAPPER THUGS, AND THEN POOF, THEY VANISHED, THE COPS NOT THE DAM THUGS, KIND SIR. THIS IS SO MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING UNFAIR SHERIFF, YO YO!!!!

RED ALERT—-RED ALERT—-RED ALERT

THIS IS BEYOND MOTHER FUCKING OLD AND DEMENTED. I HAVE BEEN PUTTING UP WITH THIS MOTHER FUCKING BULLSHIT NOW SHERIFF SIR FOR THIRTY GOD DAM FUCKING YEARS. IT ALL HAS TO DO WITH THAT DIRT BAG MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ STOCK MARKET. IT ALL BEGAN ONE DAY OUT OF NOWHERE, AND HAS NOT RELEASED ME FOR ONE SECOND EVER SINCE AUGUST OF 1986. THIS IS AN OFFICIAL DYING UTTERANCE AND DYING DECLARATION. THIS SHIT BEGAN LATE THIS MORNING, AND IT IS A DEATH ATTACK, AND A TOTAL FUCKING CUNT VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL AND HUMAN RIGHTS AND LIBERTIES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was speaking in July of 1997, to John the Greek, at his parents fucking parking lot, next door to the parking lot of the many KING PARKING LOTS, at the boardwalk area of Tennessee Avenue, right where back on Memorial Day of 1969, Sarah and Paula were playing, and Sarah said to Paula, “I’m darker than you are”. John the Greek told me after I told him how I was looking to find lovely Sarah, that maybe it is Paula King that I was looking for. I now know that Sarah never existed physically, and that this entire thing has been done by powerful goddess and exploratron dream-force traveler Paula King. As I type, it is constant loud car stereos, constant slamming of doors by all of my nabes from hell, and they are all picking on innocent and pathetic victim helpless little me, SHERIFF MASCARA, AND I NEED SOME MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ MAJOR ASS GODDAM HELP AROUND HERE, OH GREAT AND POWERFUL KIND SIR! Paula King is the PINK GODDESS that hovers, with or without any assistance whatsoever from mighty Google-Microsoft, mighty Steve Demigod Hollywood Jobs, and Galaxy-Pink-Edge-Sarah Stacey SS Sam Sung I-Phone inventions, and or any related electrical and computational technologies from non-Native American H-E-L-L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sheriff sir, I dared to ask some of my children on the Astral Plane, “What is it like to be a coil”? I had told Diana to rest, and we were up at the shores of Pinkdune at Teckwaters, one of the very large resort areas along the nestern shoreline of Teck-Bay, across from the great Holy City of David, AKA Heaven or Sahasra Dal Kanwal, and is officially the capitol city of the Plank Realm. Diana, the goddess of Earth Lightning is a 33 foot gigantic extremely colorful coil, and she has more than enough energy to transform into my wonderful blond teen queen, 75 inches tall, with long blinding bright canary yellow silky hair and long line shaped dreamy eyes that if any male were to gaze into, they would be insane forever from her mind bending inconceivable beauty. She has given me several quadrillion little coils that are our offspring. One day at Teck-Bay, my conscious illusion became one and the same with the night back on the weekend somewhere where I went to sleep and found myself there with her and thousands of our kids. Instead of giving Diana an energy coil, I told her to take a nap. Then since I can never get a good answer from her on what it is like to be her and be a giant coil, I let her sleep a while and asked some of my kids. She then found enough energy in her dreams to awaken there with me and she gave me holy hell, and when I awoke, I heard her tell me that she will show me never to do that again. A few hours later, Vero Beach had a transformer blow out an dthe city was without power for hours, and their was a boil water alert that is still active all the way to this Wednesday. Diana since told me this was a punishment so I would know better than to ever go behind her back and ask our kids to answer secret questions while she is napping. It took a while before I knew she had forgiven me. Last night lightning made extremely passionate love to me and covered my face with endless sloppy wet kisses. I know that the electron has forgiven me but I was quite up set for a few days. So how does this relate to Sarah and Paula in Atlantic City, you may be wondering, so let me set you all straight right here and right now, and you too, lovely LOO!

As I woke up and heard Diana inside my head, audibly since I was still not fully awake and it is perfectly normal for healthy brains, in-between the zone, or between awake and asleep, to hear and even see things, and after which, I then fell back to sleep and found myself in my Uncle Stu and Aunt Gerry’s home in Narberth, Pennsylvania, USA. I was in a parallel universe where my mom was not the only one who had been struck with that strange medical condition where she looks at you all bewildered and unable to speak. Suddenly, both my Aunt and my Uncle were also in this state, and I kept screaming for them to talk and asking them why they refused to speak. Then Paula entered into the room with my Cousin Sandy, and instantly, I remembered them from 1967, in my room at the Trinidad Hotel, in Atlantic City, New Jersey; when my mom agreed to let Cousin Sandy stay with her and I, interesting, you know, as in the KING and I? Come on you can’t tell me I am nuts when shit like this just keeps poofing and popping into reality. Yes Aunt Gerry or my mom’s sister in law, as Geraldine Snow married my moms brother Stuart Huntington Mason, so she was my removed-1-aunt who married my removed-0-uncle. She requested that Sandy come along with us on our vacation and payed her some money for food and the favor. Long story short, Paula first got at me in 1967, then again in 1969 just yards away underneath the Schiff Central Pier. She also got me in June of 1996 at Highview, huh maintenance man Sam? She also got me up at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon or South Huntington as the local area islander Yorkers call the place. She robbed me of my DNA a total of four times. Each time, she made me drink some weird thing, and I have no clear memory, but I have jumbled up pieces after decades of unscrambling all that this great dream traveling alien has done to me. When Sandy and Paula walked into the room in this wild dreaming-interaction in my relative’s home, they were about the ages that they were in 1967, 17 years. Nina Soifer was with them in the hotel room, and Sarah Callio was there, who loved to swim in the Trinidad’s swimming pool, and told me so, up in the future and now the past, in 1997 while I was speaking to her on Robert McGuire’s pay-telephone at his bar on Tennessee Avenue, right next to Paula King’s parking lot or the late Happy John King’s lot, across from the Trinidad Hotel. Then along came John the Greek who was about my age, and he and I were about 30. The ages of all of us were all scrambled up but that’s totally normal in parallel universes. Suddenly John saw that my aunt Gerry and Uncle Stuart were unable to speak. He then said, Paula used too much influence like when she screwed up your mom late in ’97. He was referencing the time her medical problems all began when she tried to awaken out of her sleep after Christmas on 1997, and found herself totally under the ”spell” or ”fawce of Mister Boxer Hall”. When a powerful TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON uses too much control, they run the risk of damaging the person they are controlling. People use the very non medical term of zombie, for what is left of most people who get over-controlled by a T-3-E. This is one reason why the future in all dimensions do indeed have a group that for lack of a known name, could be called the DREAM-POLICE, and then what Morianity merely uses, and was taken as it was created, and as I moved my blogs along, the ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society). Anyway, my song from 1969 or one of my two summer time 1969 songs, “Burn With Fire’, as playing on a portable AM-FM-cassette system, and there were no CD or digital systems yet in that parallel world and time where I was. The words were all changed around, and I was singing it, only it was professionally done. As soon as Sandy and Paula had walked in, the song that was playing before was ending, and suddenly I began hearing the words that I was singing, and I thought I would shit my mother fuckign self. It went, “She’s my lovely giant Paula. S-bin 20 years since I last saw-er”, and then I have only a faint memory of what the next few lines of lyrical content were. Here in this world, the lyrics were meant for a female vocalist to sing and they went, “I’m sayin’ this to you boy, you bring me thrill and joy. When you just touch me, what can I say”?

Folks, it is very fucking miserable, hot, humid, and shitty, and I am one miserable cock sucking son of a fucking bitch. The predicted high is 83, and the humidity is murder on top of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP8 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

Computer, MAGNESONIC, on an ‘I’ to ‘D’, A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT’S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S—T—O—P

Image result for sheriff ken j. mascaraMy PhotoAttorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi

FEBRUARY 3, 2016,

WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:09,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 80 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY——-(H-81/L-72).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 67%, FEELING LIKE 83.

WIND IS ESE AT 16, GUSTING TO 30.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES—0.

END TRANSMISSION.

JANUARY 31, 2016, 3:53 POST MERIDIAN

Graph of Blogger page views

Pageviews today

Pageviews yesterday

119

Pageviews last month

2,493

Pageviews all time history

107,973

Global Audience By Shade Ratio Popularity:

Graph of most popular countries among blog viewers

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 90

Back to Summary

Florida State Map

Click here for legend

Alerts Map

”Here you sit, broken hearted. You came to shit, and only farted”. As I now proceed in the MORIANITY story of great truth, and great sorrows; this description of anyone reading and doubting, is very accurate; despite being taken from 1969 at a public bathroom stall; and was quite well known in my generation.

WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, OH LOVELY

Office of the Attorney General of Florida banner

• About the Attorney General

Attorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi

• Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida

• About AG Pam Bondi

• Photo Gallery

• Official Photo

• Office Overview

• Employment

• Public Outreach

Like Boo. Where art thou?

Please make all of these HOT HOSE BUCKET PEOPLE EVERYWHERE, STOP, GAP Mizz A. G. Bondi.

TANKS—TANKS—TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!

Her name is giant Kate, she says don’t mess with me

or it’ll be your fate to get a broken knee

fourteen hundred pounds she can press so high

up above her head right up into the sky

and I don’t want your money

Music Project “Russ Walkers Star Travelers of 1896”

Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2013, 2014, 2015, and so far in 2016. This is 1986 all mother fucking cunt over again, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DDDDDDDid I SSSSSSSAY SSSSSSSomething untrue or offensive to you, TTTTTTTommmmmey boy??? I must have, they fucking jerk off hackers just hit me again with their ‘cannot live without’ (`~ HACK), HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK, lovely Stacey!!!!!!!!!

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!POOR FUCKING FOLKS HAVE RIGHTS TOO IN THIS WORLD, but only those Jack McCoy rights they can defend. If we don’t fight and shout out to authorities, they will end up taking every cent from us, and leave us at their doorstep, to be THEIR TOTAL FUCKING SLAVES; and I refuse to go back to the days of slavery!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I popped out of some wild NIGHTMARE when I was dreaming it was the morning of August 15 in 1986. It seems I cannot ever get back to the universe I left before I hit my bed, at that Cherry Hill home of magic pharmaceuticals and soon to come MISS LEE TEENAILS!!!!!!!! Oh Lordess (SAR) (AH), what a lovely world I am stuck in. It is not the world but a game called GTNOTG. Maybe I am tied up in a shop on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, Geraldine Supergirl Shahpals. WOW MACY STACEY MACKEY. The fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation. WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE WEATHER BUG,

In Partnership With

and shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:

mountainpen@comcast.net

Local Weather Cameras

• Print

• Share/Save/Email

Fort Pierce, FL 34950

Change Location

Live weather camera images from:

Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL 34953

Prev Cam | Next Cam

The wild exploratronic interaction with the 42 grand, will now be further explored!!!!!!!!! In 1996, I was in the middle of two messes, or thought I was. It seems that I was in the middle of only one giant mess, and thought it was two messes. This idea was further promoted by two assistants in my old buddy’s office back in these times, when they insisted that too many years had gone by for there to be any connections to my present life, with that of my past life in Atlantic City as a youth. All of these things make perfect sense in three-D. But when the fullness of the five dimensional hyperspace reality is mixed and added into the life-equation, then I am right and they are all wrong, oh great wonderful 1969 Misses Marola! Still, I’ll try not to punch any more brick walls, and keep the great lady happier than John King, who is the twin of Happy J. King on the original Superman TV-Show. It is not as if I had left my car in bathing trunks and planned to come back in bathing trunks. I was fully dressed, and there is no way that Happy John King should have cared one tiny little fucking iota if I used that hose back on that day in late summer time 1996 in Atlantic City, at one of his parking lots. But his determination for my using an exact hose right behind a lifeguard tower, was beyond unnatural and bizarre.

Oh boy, life stinks, yet so many folks love life so much; and most are scared shitless to die. This is not attitude, but ignorance. So does this fit into the 42,000 dollar car repair hyperspace experience of earlier last month, and if so, just exactly how? Well, I’ll tell you, so keep your dumb ass looking suspenders on there Eddie Greenacres Albert, YO!!!! I PROMISE BOTH WOMO-MILITUFORCE AND MO, that indeed, I will tie this all neatly together, and maybe add a pretty colored fucking bow on the top. Oh the gods, what am I left to wonder about? Is water baptism part of this magical day or maybe I should include the proper waking world tents to this and say WAS IT? In any event kind folks, many wonder and say to me, so who gives a shit like your cousin Donald would say? Well, I give a shit, Cousin, and Leticia Tilley, I give a shit, OK, OK, OK???

I had recently purchased an automobile in Turnersville, New Jersey at a Saturn dealership, and yes, it was a 1994 Saturn, purchased on the moon landing day, that was yesterday to me, July 20, 1969; only this was the anniversary, and not just any anniversary; but number 25, the quarter century mark. YES, not 134, but 25. Remember those two digits discussed with the five word sentence given in earlier blog works, Mister Microsucks Hacker Diseascum, “IT IS WHAT IT IS”? Now we are about to fucking embark on a real journey of true Jamaican exploration. Remember this folks, the 134 was left by removing the second word, and the fifth word, to form the name of ISIS. So IT WHAT IT makes 134, while ISIS makes 25. It was 25 years to the day of the moon landing where for the first time ever, man walked on the moon, right to this day, I bought a what car, on the advice of so-called car expert, David Roth, my pal? Yeah, a SATURN CAR, problems with that, Stephanie comic Mills? Another car was discussed by government agents or TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS for all I know, back at 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, in 1983, when they were connecting a bug device into my telephone line, under orders of the National Security Agency. Cars are modes of transportation, so are rocket ships to the moon. All things connect up for one powerful reason. What you think of as things and events, and all of that; is really a cosmic digit. The entire universe is finite and computable. Still, that is not the subject for today’s little discourse and debate. Most of you know that th every first time that I took a time trip with Nick Cannon, when he was only 16 years old in 1996, as Morianity was being written; and that just before this time, his wife’s step father or real father to the world public knowledge, had come to visit with me on numerous occasions at the Haddonwood Health Club swimming pool. He only told me he was a cousin, never any other relationship. He did not bring up the subject either, I did, as we all know MC has the voice of a choir of angels all put together, and I had mentioned how amazingly talented that she is, during the course of a routine conversation in the swimming pool, as somehow, and don’t ask me how please; the topic of music, and what kids today are listening to; all came up. This lace is just a mile down the road from the psychic shop where after we no longer were in contact, Nick took a mallet to one of my hubcaps, while I was inside the shop getting a tarot card reading, by a gentleman named Steve. I also had been there previously and got a reading from a girl named Sherry. This all gets super complicated, and we have years to get into tall of the particulars. Time is of the essence right now, as I am tired and need to go off to sleep. Bob McDowell, the ‘space-bar hack’ is real bad right now, kind sir, and old pal!!!!!

Now there are two remunerative amounts that are powerful in all of this Morianity, one is 17 thousand dollars, the other is 42 thousand dollars. I will not tell you any details about either of these money amounts directly right now, but what I will do folks, is tell you something that maybe your minds might by now be willing to connect some dots up, so remember how to properly gaze at a faint star in the night sky, as I aid, it is better not to stare at it directly, but rather to look just off of it, and you will see it much better that way, so I will be applying this same technique in my writing of this information. I am going to begin by merely talking a lot of things all around this. I also must backtrack and remind viewers and tell new ones if any, how as a young child of around the first grade give or take, I had children come to me who were not from this world, and strike up conversations. One day I actually came to learn that the child I had spoken to had died in a drowning accident about a year ago, and I put it out of my small young mind, as then, this made no sense to me, how can I be talking to dead children at playgrounds? But that was around 1962 and up ahead in time by 13 years, at the age of twenty and a half years; I was applying for a job, and the details are totally unimportant. When it was time to leave, I was in a hurry to get home, and there was a large ladder that people were all using, bolted down to the structure for safety, and no other way in or out was available for use at this time due to some kind of construction that was going on. When I tried to leave and go down the ladder from a tall second story of a restaurant along a famous highway in New Jersey and in a very historic well known town called Haddonfield, where I also went several years to special-ed school there; but as I tried to leave and got onto this ladder to go down, several extremely ravishing fashion model looking teenage girls were intentionally in my way and not moving, trapping me up on top, and I did not feel like dealing with these silly giddy young kids of about 3 years or so my junior, and I took one huge leap off of the ladder. But instead of landing fast and hard onto the grassy yard below, I went down very slowly like an elevator and made an easy perfect touch down, from about 18 feet in the air. I was always a good jumper and enjoyed jumping from high places, but never before this time in 1975 did I fall at a speed not normal for Earths basic average gravity fields. Now all of these thing connect, but you will need to give me time. Long before I knew what resulted from my encounter with Exploratron Paula King to use her Atlantic City street name in the late sixties; Nick began to damage my property such as th e?June of 1996 incident, and then began to come into my dreams to use mortal lingo here, and take me on special weird surreal trips that were so vivid I could feel things like hot and cold and many other things. He took me first to the past, then later, to the future. One trip was not that far away in time, and another was, in fact it was before he was born by a dozen years. Talk about monster weird, r just Disney Monster. This is Mack Kaiter Ridiculous, or MKR as I shorten this to from time to time. This was a camp counselor of mine at Camp Chesapeake in Northeast Maryland, where I went two weeks in July of 1967 and again for 2 weeks in July of 1968. I was always saying to him, “This is ridiculous, and the other kids thought it amusing and began teasing me about it as kids do, nothing out of the ordinary. From 1975 through 1981, amazing and unbloggable events happened to me that my many long blogs merely have touched a tiny bit on, here and there. But I will be telling a lions share of fucking shit as the next weeks tick on by. Count on it. This endless persecution of me to keep that mother fucking Dow Jones endlessly climbing up at my expense, is either going to stop, or all of NYC is going to be swallowed up by a giant fucking tidal wave, and that is a promise, Shorty 1983 MacInvondi Trump! Here goes the (`~) HACK, again, FCC, Bob McDowell, and the space bar and CAPS HACK and all of it is acting up worse and mother fucking worse all the mother fucking time, old buddy, in total violation of my civil, human, and constitutional rights as a free United States legal citizen, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I could get my mother fucking hands on all of you jerk off mother fuckers doing all of this to me, you would be restrained by ropes while I slowly kill your families, and then abnd only then, would I begin to slowly mother fucking torture you to an agonizing and excruciating death!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So whatever you fucking do, don’t ever let me find out just who you all are, mother fucking pricks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay, I’m just being honest and telling these jerk offs the truth, or ‘WHATEVER’; Congressman; old pal from 1975, house painting, band practice, and night flying in total secret!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FEBRUARY 2, 2016,

TUESDAY MORNING AT 7:55,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 59 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY——-(H-62/L-59). PREDICTED HIGH IS 82.

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 100%, AND WIND CHILL IS 58 .

WIND IS N AND BELOW MEASURABLE.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES—0.

Image result for sheriff ken j. mascaraMy PhotoAttorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi

END TRANSMISSION.

Posted by mark wayne mohr at 11:00 PM No comments:

Email This

BlogThis!

Share to Twitter

Share to Facebook

Share to Pinterest

Labels: agents from hell, COME ON SHERIFF, DYING DEC AND UTT, EVIL CROOKED WALL STREET, LIVE AND LEARN, NABES FROM HELL, THE PINK GODDESS RULES SUPREME

Older Posts Home

Subscribe to: Posts (Atom)

Followers

Blog Archive

▼ 2016 (71) ▼ February (4) CHAPTER 92, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 91, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 90, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
Chapter 89, Guess The Name Of The Guests

► January (67)

► 2015 (772)

► 2014 (502)

► 2013 (510)

► 2012 (1261)

► 2011 (1)

About Me

Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »

ANOTHER FUCKING WORST HELL DAY IN CUNTASS FLORIDA

January 29, 2016

the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament”

Friday, January 29, 2016

CHAPTER 85, GTNOTG

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 85

Noise has really been used on me today with major motorcycle dirt bag attacks, doors and nabes from hell, and other annoyances that are noise-related. No I was mother fucking wrong folks. The DOW JONES is way up today and also yesterday, and for the very same mother fucking very good reason it always is when it is, and that is, ENDLESS MOTHER FUCKING PERSECUTION OF MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR, YO YO YO YO YO SHERIFF SIR!!!! SOSO-WEIN-SSDD.

• Radar & Maps|

• Forecast|

• Mobile Alerts|

• National Alerts|

• Severe Weather Videos|

• Weather News

JANUARY 29, 2016,

MONDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:37,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 62 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY——-(H-63/L-55).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 46%, AND WIND CHILL IS 61 .

WIND IS NW AT 8, WITH GUSTING TO 27.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES—0.

Image result for sheriff ken j. mascaraMy Photo

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)

There is no escaping the reality that there is a hell of a lot more to all of us, than just the one of us, that we perceive in a mirror. One world is perceived as well as reflected back, at a time, and to quote both CIA operative Mister 1969 Henningsen as well as Satan-Kingdom-Operative, and inventor of the rap culture and ”music”, Mister W. Leonard McKinnon; “It’s just that simple, there ain’t no doubt about it”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP7 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

Computer, MAGNESONIC, on an ‘I’ to ‘D’, A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT’S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S—T—O—P

My PhotoImage result for images free funny faces

So add to this my little personal opinion, to which I too am totally entitled to, Mizz Mashell RPL Daniels of 1980, and that is “BULLSHIT ON ALL OF YOU, CUBED, AND CUBAN, AND THEN RE-SQUARED”!!!!!!!!!!!! Here it is. Hyperspace is not understood at all. Science is not an exact science either. If it were, you would not be using each new year’s books on it, as confetti for the ever succession of new parades down 5th Avenue.

Tony BonJovi put a big ass knife in my back. Why am I not shocked and surprised, at that turkey??? JEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE.

Nothing ever is truly or really a surprise, unless logic is conveniently tossed aside, which normally is the most significant and greatest reason for anyone ever being caught off guard. A Mountainpen quote if you will. Yes Sheriff Mascara sir, drive by here if you can. There is constant fucking annoying major motor noise out of my window, and it’s really getting on my mother fucking dam nerves, kind sir. Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WEATHER MAP-DISPLAY IS COURTESY OF THE WEATHER BUG COMPUTER APPLICATION (TWB-APP). CHANNEL 12 local South Florida Television, is partnered with them also.

Alerts Map

Note: The image above may not reflect the current alert state for your county due to a several minute delay between the issuance of the alert and the map processing.

Advisory Colors Key

Winter Storm Watch

Flood Warning

Non-Precipitation Advisory

Flood Statement

MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL DIRT BAG THISTLETHORNS WHORE JANE BITCH WITCH SHIT JUST FUCKING GOT ME AGAIN WITH HER ROTTEN PAGE ELEVEN ASSAULT ON ME. ALLOW ME TO COMPENSATE PLEASE, THANK FUCKING CUNT YOU, GREAT FOLKS. THIS BITCH IS GETTING TO ME!!!!

55555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555

I KNOW THAT I WAS PAST THAT FUCKING PAGE ON MY WORD-DOCK SHIT, YET THERE SHE FUCKING IS, AGAIN. I CAN TASTE THAT ROTTEN LADY’S BLOOD IN MY SNOUT!!!

SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, MY ROACH FUCK NABES FROM CUNT HUFFING HELL ARE PERSECTUING ME TODAY BIG ASS TIME, SHERIFF SIR, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAIT FOR MAGGIE TO STRIKE BACK SOON, IPYT, YOU ALL!!!!!!!!!!

If this was a real world; some fuckiGN attorney, or somebody, would contact me; verify all my mother fuckiGN shit, and then split the lawsuits that I legally deserve to pursue, on a 50/50 contingency!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is how I know that I died and went to fuckiGN HELL, a very long fuckiGN cunt ass time ago; you rotten old stinky world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The song that ripped of my 1977 song called LOST LOVE was indeed, a song, that was rapidly going into lower numbers, on the Billboard Hot 100 Music Charts, called, “Help Me”, speaking of major fuckiGN symbolism, YO. But Bobby Ass-wipe-Brown also ripped off this song in 1989, with his rotten garbage version.

THEY JUST WANT OUR RESPECT; GREAT CUZZ; NOT OUR VEILED COMPLIMENTS THAT MERELY SERVE TO DISGUISE OUR EVIL MALE SEXUAL LUSTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Click here

Our love was true, our love was rare

No other love could ever compare

Now that you’re gone

My spirits are low

And baby baby baby, I love you so.

Image result for images free funny faces

LOST LOVE —-1977—-Mark Wayne Mohr

Re-copyrighted as a compilation music project in June of 1980, from my apartment at 1802 Robin Hill, 4th and Preston, Voorhees Township, NJ-USA.

Image result for images of lighthouses

[ 26 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.

PAu000204016

1980

[ 27 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Same title.

PAu003037983

2005

[ 28 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Thanx to the shadows.

PAu002237985

1997

[ 29 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

You’ll Be Crossing Over.

Pau—stolen form

2013

THIS IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING REGISTRATION NUMBER!!!!!!!!!

Image result for sheriff ken j. mascara

Just what did I ever do to any of these slobs, kind Sheriff sir, that I deserve all of this 1981 Pandora’s Box Treatment, fully opened with all River-Snakes of Krassleville spewing out all over the place, and not racing up Mister Krassle’s escalator of life????

What do you think of this story?
Click here for comments or suggestions.

So which Paula King and Sarah Callio are the real trouble-exploratrons for me in all of this from their parallel universes or PAU000204015 Microsoft Smart-Fill-ins, and all other PAU’s? You see folks, this is why if they ever sued me, I would be too crazy for them to be legally allowed to collect from, only the great NYU professor knows I am not crazy, even if do flip out and act both crazy, and PP-14, huh bud? Only in this other locale where times are more advanced, and they are members of the ESS, are the real Sarah and Paula a dangerous threat to me. The same thing most likely also goes for Robert McGuire, although I have seen and witnessed first hand right here in this universe, his anger and major mean spirited wicked nasty-ass demonic personality, and actions, and until the King family took all of my legal evidence away from me by clever cunning wickedness only the ESS could pull off; I actually had the proof of this in black and white, and to this day, I know that the Atlantic County, New Jersey Prosecutor’s Office, has the computer web-site disc of this proof, on the slide-show part of this web-site, once called the Morianity-Foundation, and once at the web address of: http://www.morianity-foundation.com/

and before I ran out of money to support this annual on-line necessity. All of these wicked people live in parallel universes, and even though I know them here as well, it is most likely their evil twin doppelgangers that are behind all of this nightmarish sub-hell created all around me for nearly half a fucking cunt eating century now, in my lifetime humanly and presently, as persona Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr. Dairy Queen Kate, whether she is Admiral Perry’s daughter here or not, is indeed over in the one where all of this is stemming fucking from, and IPYT, good folks, and bad ones too, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Don’t even think about getting me fucking going with all of this, Attorney General USA and State of Florida, and Eckert Pharmacy of Berlin, New Jersey, USA, employee, from July 12 of 2003!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION.

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 84

I know what some are thinking. The past two blogs appear contradictory. This is what seems to happen in several places even in the greatest text out there in the history of humanity, the Holy Christian Bible. I am only human, Bruce Pennock, and will now explain things so they don’t contradict.

It wasn’t until I was watching the debate last night on television, that something that was said by one of the candidates, made me suddenly realize, that Steve was inside my head from when I was over in his apartment when he was only in his early twenties. He is one of those who changed quite a bit in his appearance between ages 22 and 30, as some do and some don’t. We all know this about different people, crissake, Carrie English looks as hot and lovely today as she did back when Steve was 22 and the Pointer Sisters were singing their song, ‘Fairytale’. I blogged that I did not know this person from my dreaming-interactions. That was not a contradiction, but merely at that moment when I said that, my mind was not clearly remembering what really happened to me. To this day, the two times PPK used me for DNA-purposes, I have no perfect or clear memory, but I know it happened. For a long time, I thought that I struck my head on a beam underneath Central Pier in 1970, and lost my memory for a short while. I did in fact strike my head one summer later, while walking underneath of it, in Atlantic City. But that is not what caused the memory loss a year earlier when PPK grabbed me. And the incident at my apartment in June of 1996, Highview of Williamstown, now that, even maintenance man SAM witnessed, and even queried me about later on that week, with his famous quotation, “Mark, who’s your goddess girlfriend”. Anyone who knows the all powerful Paula King doesn’t need that to be further co-examined for pure logic. Yes, in my powerful nightmare the night before last, this dude and I were all over South Jersey, in the east at the Atlantic City casinos, then later in the central and western parts. Recurring dreams are nothing more that consciously remembering particular exact parallel universes where one travels into their doppelganger and either repeats the interaction in time-loop, or continues on with it, causing what folks then call, serial-dreaming. Recently, I have been traveling to this exact universe in hyperspace-signature. This is also where the UFO was, and my car had been messed with. Now the towel seepage effects here in this waking world parallel universe, is the recent property damage of the passenger-side windshield wiper blade. It was intentionally cut and broken, and this has happened once before less than a year ago, causing me to replace it twice now, Sheriff sir.

I went t my nut-case clinic earlier this week, and someone hacked the word-dock program and made it come out with a nasty word, I did not do that. Notice how the word ratio is changed to ration and the additional letter ‘N’ is added, as in NICK the prick hub cap ding man or teen from 1996. Oh Nick, oh oh Nick. What am I going to do with all of these ass-wipes, great lovely Gaines family of all directional morning light HAIR?????????????????

Close to four inches of rain fell in the past two days here in Fort Pierce, and the news showed some local areas around here all flooded out. I think the total was just over 380 centi-inches during the Wednesday-Thursday period. That is a lot for my area.

JANUARY 29, 2016,

FRIDAY M ORNING AT 10:21,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 56 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY——-(H-63/L-55).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 75%, AND WIND CHILL IS 54 .

WIND IS NW AT 12, WITH GUSTING TO 27.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES—0.

Folks, you may always use the following link to take you to a location where you will be able to read my blogs (the BOM) in color, and that have all of the other things as well, such as photos, links, charts, and all sorts of cool freaking horse crap!!!!!!!!!

http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/

My PhotoImage result for images free funny faces

Help Search History Titles Start Over

Well I was fucking wrong, Sheriff, sir. Between the wiper blade setting me back nine dollars and the enemies getting away with endless crimes against me and my pathetic life; and all of the major black-hat computer hacking they put me through yesterday, THAT IS WHY THEIR DIRT BAG MARKETS WERE UP. If they could score wins without hurting me to get them, I would have nothing fucking against WALL STREET. But we all know that this is simply not the mother fucking case, nor has it been for coming up on thirty cunt lapping years now!!!!!!!!!!!! If they could win and rally without using me as a Guantanamo Torture Rag, then I wouldn’t mother fucking care where that stock market was trading, YO peeps!!!

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)

MORIANITY PART 7, CHAPTER 20 YEAH, I FUCKED UP ON BLOGGER AND SAID CHAPTER 29 INSTEAD OF 19, SO SOOOOOOO ME ARTHUR CRANE, OLD PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH PEEPS, YYYYYYYYY WON’T YOU LISTEN TO ME AND BELIEVE ME WHEN YOU ALL KNOW I AM SO CUNT EATING CORRECT WITH MY PROBLEMS WITH BOTH FUCKING ASS WALL STREET AND THE MUSIC JERK OFF INDUSTRY AKA RIAA???????????????????

red alert——-red alert——-red alert——-red alert:

Oh and don’t let me fool you, I will love her for eternity, as I love her in eternity, right American Express Dowd old caveman Goldsmith?????? HACKERS tried to stop me from two blogs, they are powerful tonight, old friend Bob McDowell from Hopkins Lane in January of 1973, in Danny Mackey’s class, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where has mother fucking 41 years gone to Delta-Dawn-Marie KING?????????????????

Every mother fucking time their DOW JONES is dropping, and then hits a low and tried to go back up, THE ENEMY WILL STRIKE ME HARD. THIS IS A PARALLEL EVENT THAT THEY KNOW MOTHER FUCKING WORKS EVERY TIME, AND NOTICE THE CHART BELOW, AS AROUND 2 THIS AFTER FUCKING NOON, IS WHEN ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE FOR ME BY THIS EVIL MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!

I HOPE YOU ARE BURNING IN HELL ANN AND DAWN KING!!!!!!!!

Dow Jones Industrial Average (^DJI)

• 1d

• 5d

• 1m

• 3m

• 6m———–CLICK HERE TO SEE THE HORROR SHOW OF MY ICPE WOES, PEEPS!

• 1y

• 2y

• 5y

• max

JANE FUCKING WHORE FONDASLUT GOT ME AGAIN. THIS DAM BITCH IS BACK ON A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKIGN ROLL, SHERIFF MASCARA KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS A VERY BAD FUCKING ROTTEN BOTBAR WEEK AND MONTH AND YEAR AND DECADE AND CENTURY AND MILLENIUM, A—G—A—I—N!

I MUST CUNT PHLEGM RAPE (COMPENSATE) AGAIN ALSO!!!

UNTRUE UNIVERSE HOPPER MARK???????

YEAH, SPREAD THAT FUCKING ROTTEN LIE AROUND, AND MAYBE I WILL GET A PIZZA DELIVERY JOB ON THE SIDE, VICTORIA WINTERS FAMILY BIBLE GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!

So indeed folks, just where have all of the TRUTH-PATRIOTS all gone to, and when will any of us ever learn anything??????????????????

My Photo

Original five blogs:

On Blogger since January 2006

Profile views – 2893

My blogs:

• Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:

• Morianity Foundation

• The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version

• To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian

• RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL

Things repeat, but you all are not getting it yet!!!

Watch the market FLY the rest of the week, the damage is done!

I WOULD B FREE 2 ESCAPE THIS FUCKING HOUSE OF FUCKING HORRORS. I was actually happy 4 one hour, but Diana was not through warning me yet. I was on the porch with Ann, and a huge orange lightning bolt landed right in the back yard making a crashing sound louder than anything I can remember. Ann King Silva jumped 200 miles. I thought this was Diana telling me, Mark, your hell is over, this evil bitch is in prison and out of your hair. But an hour later, the phone rang, it seems they never took her 2 the County where if they had, she would have remained there until her Probation Officer John Judy could violate her and make her complete her prison term, buying me the time 2 properly organize moving my personal things that mean everything 2 me or Ida fucking left this hell long ago, and get them safely into storage. Then I could just run 2 another state far away and start over, later trucking my stuff 2 my new place over time. Without me, Dawn cannot survive, I am her total punching bag, slave, and endless driver, me the one who always hated 2 fucking drive and wanted 2B rich as a boy so I could B THE FUCKING ONE WITH THE FUCKING chauffeur, or however the hell U spell the fucking word. The forces can read minds, I know that. They absolutely knew that I had psyched myself up 2 pretend 2 go into work Saturday night and relieve the other security officer, and an hour later, disappear in the fucking night forever. I was having totally other issues then, with HALLS FAWCES!!!!! This is Y when I went home Saturday morning, they disturbed my mental balance, got me 2 relax, and then bang, one hour later, MARK, pick me up, I’m outside the local town jail, SCREAMS DAWN.

Every mother fucking time for the past 5 months since this DOUBLE FUCKING TECHNO-POOP SHIT, FUCKED UP MY CUNT SWALLOWING LIFE, ON AUGUST 28, 2013; THEY PERSECUTE, THEN THE NEXT 3 WEEKS IS UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, SO WATCH IT GO STRAIGHT TO FUCKING 17, 18, 19, 20 THOUSAND CUNT SUCKING POINTS NOW, AND AS ALWAYS; RIGHT ON MY AGONIZED BACK, TORTURE AND TORMENT THEY CAUSE ME AND GET SCOTT FUCKING CUNT AWAY WITH IT, AND HAVE, SINCE ANOTHER FAMOUS FUCKING AUGUST, QUITE SOME TIME AGO; AND YESTERDAY TO MOTHER FUCKING ASS POOR LITTLE PATHETIC ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, LOVELY PAM BONDI, FLORIDA STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL. HAVE ALL LIBERTIES AND CIVIL RIGHTS VANISHED INTO POTTER COFFERFIELD BLAINES STINKING MAGIC HAT?????????????????????????

Office of the Attorney General of Florida banner

• About the Attorney General

Attorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi

Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida

• About AG Pam Bondi

• Photo Gallery

• Official Photo

• Office Overview

• Employment

• Public Outreach

• Programs

Programs

Units

• Consumer Information

• Consumer Investigations

• Criminal Justice Programs

• Preventing Crime in the Black Community

• Seniors v. Crime

• Administrative Services

• Antitrust

• Cabinet Affairs

• Citizen Services

• Civil Rights

• Communications

• Consumer Protection Division

• Crime Victims Services

• Criminal Appeals

• General Civil Litigation

• Inspector General

• Legal Opinions

• Legislative Affairs

• Lemon Law

• Medicaid Fraud

• Personnel

• Solicitor General

• Statewide Prosecution

• Independent Commissions

• Information Technology

• Services

• Consumer Protection

• Crime and Fraud

• Identity Theft

• Lemon Law

• Medicaid Fraud

• Open Government

• Victim’s Services

• Legal Resources

• AG Opinions

• Historical Opinions

• Florida Constitution and Laws

• U.S. Constitution

• e-Service

Florida Attorney General Pam Bondi

Small Picture
Width: 300px
Height: 300px
Resolution: 72 ppi
Size: 67.5 KB
Format: .jpg
Download

Large Picture
Width: 4080px
Height: 4080px
Stay Connected Follow UsNews feed

Read Attorney General Bondi’s Weekly Brief

Provide your email address below to receive the Attorney General’s Weekly Briefing featuring the latest news and updates on top issues.

Florida Toll Free Numbers:
– Fraud Hotline 1-866-966-7226
– Lemon Law 1-800-321-5366

Florida’s 500th Anniversary

PLEASE HELP ME, MIZZ BONDI, MY WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES ARE GOING TO KILL ME, THIS IS NOT A JOKE OR A HOAX, MY SEVEN YEARS OF BLOGS CONTAIN INDISPUTABLE MIRACLES THAT PROVE MY WORDS STAND TRUE AND HONEST, MAHM.

THANK YOU FOR DOING WHATEVER YOU CAN FOR ME, RON WIRTZ AT THE CCP OFFICE IN NEW JERSEY WASTED YEARS OF MY TIME AND MADE ME A LOT OF EMPTY PROMISES. MAYBE YOU WILL BE ABLE TO HELP ME TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF ALL OF THIS, MAYBE NOT. I HAVE PEOPLE AGAINST ME THAT ARE NOT COMPLETELY HUMAN, AND I EVEN HAD EVIDENCE ONCE WHERE A MAN WITH A REAL ESTATE LICENSE TOLD ME THIS WAS ALL TRUE AND HAPPENING TO ME BACK IN 1988, A MAN NAMED SCOTT RANSOM OF TODD REALITY BACK IN 1988, IN NEW JERSEY.

THANK YOU IN ADVANCE FOR ANYTHING YOU MAY BE ABLE TO FIND OUT AND HELP ME WITH, I AM NOT THE BAD GUY HERE, THEY ARE, AND HAVE DONE DISPICABLE AND INHUMAN EVIL THINGS TO ME SINCE THE EIGHTIES. THEY ARE TORTURING ME, THIS IS WORSE THAN BEING MURDERED, BECAUSE PEOPLE CAN ONLY KILL YOU ONCE, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL, WHEREAS WITH ME, THEY GO ON PUTTING ME THROUGH A NEVER ENDING HELLFIRE THAT IS UNSPEAKABLE.

NO THIS IS MOST CERTAINLY FUCKING NOT:

JANUARY 6,2014

MONDAY EVENING AT 10:00

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 56 DEGREES FNHT.

Print-pasted from Google Records officially, at 6:55 PM, 20 November, 2013.

Pageviews today

116

Pageviews yesterday

116

Pageviews last month

2,743

Pageviews all time history

36,691

On Blogger since January 2006

Profile views – 2893

FOOD PUKE FRIDAY DAY HERE AT PHA. LOTS OF YELLING, AND YELPING FUCKING DOGS, AND SCREAMING OUT IN THE DAM HALLWAY!

END TWANSMISSION, ELMER SILWEE WABBIT FWUDD!!!!!!!!

Fairfield CT

Winter Stream

Photographer: J Rock

WeatherBug Featured Story

How to Keep Your Skin Healthy in Winter

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 83

Oh brother and hot heavy gravy spills; heeda-weda4U all, kind peeps.

HACK-HACK-HACK-HACK; SHERIFF MASCARA!

Best of Blizzard 2016

While we are awake, we think we have control over what we think. Think about it real carefully folks. Do you really? Can you decide you are going to think about bright red shoes and nothing other than bright red shoes, for five minutes? How about for one minute even? When we manage to control these thoughts, over those that flood into our BRAIN from the MIND REALM (D-6); this is when we can then go to sleep, and decide before falling asleep, that wherever we wake up, we will first think the thoughts that “I know I am dreaming, and must learn to become aware of it, and to eventually control my dream-double who I am dreaming through”. Do you even begin yet to see one trillionth of what is happening to you and me and all of us everywhere, here in cosmos?

HEY FOLKS:

Now one thing I am very happy about. The stock market was up in three digit points today. Yes, you heard me. I said I am HAPPY, in fact I said I am VERY happy about it. Why you ask? Good. That means you’re freaking paying some attention to Morianity. Mountainpen merely is the tool or new-age-prophet, delivering this Morianity or QUINTESSENTIAL-TRUTHS to waking world carbon-based consciousness, and AKA ‘humanity’.

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, PATTY AND STEVE!!! Oh sure, some of the smarter agents or dream-force travelers, or as Bob Andrews said it so great, back in the middle nineteen-hundred-seventies, ‘whatever’, guessed by now about these powerful people in my past; and how they have way more effect on me here, from their transdimensional realities as they do in this waking world here. How any of you can live a lifetime in 3-D, boggles my mind; after I have lived in the full five dimensional truth of existence for so very long. Think about it seriously for goddess’ sake. The Bible says that the Almighty accuses ”3-D us” of adultery and murder, if we are lusting on someone with sexual intentions, or seeing them while thinking hateful or jealous thoughts. On the 3-D surface this is totally unfair. Is GODDESS-ALMIGHTY UNFAIR? I think we all know that that is not the truth. But when this Almighty Spirit sees us, it sees us in the full 5-D. If we are lusting here, then somewhere even in the localized hyperspace, our full beingness in 5-D is indeed sinning in adultery, somewhere. The towel-seepage effect of that other parallel universe where we are actually committing the sin, then goes onto cause us in extremely local hyperspace, to merely have the towel-seepage effect or HSE of merely lusting. Believe me or don’t believe me, the Bible knows the full truth of five-dimensionality. That dude in my nightmare last night, was STEVE at age thirty, and I too was younger there. I am a few years his junior in both of these parallel worlds, there as well as over here. Steve was with Santa Claus, and Patty Hollister, back in March of 1975; one of the two times that stuff was being moved from my apartment at Dellway Arms, in Oaklyn, New Jersey, USA; into the place at 1118 Linden Hill, in Lindenwold, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG. Hey. I’m not trying to get Cousin Callio all worked up or excited here with all of this, but it is all the truth, and it must be spoken on Morianity, as Morianity IS TRUTH, and nothing else BUTTTTTT!!!!

Over in this other parallel universe, Steve and I became very good friends, until a very disastrous event happened. Now before going on here, I must tell you that the crazy nutcase that Patty had fallen madly in love with over here, was not around there. He either was never born in that world, like with that great Jimmy Stuart Christmas movie ‘IAWL’, or merely was not living or working anywhere near Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, or in the New Jersey ‘Delaware Valley’ area. If this was a more distant parallel universe, he of course could be working in the same building that Patty was back then, and they still may never have crossed paths, but this is a very close-in (localized) PAU000204015 (PA-U). Funny how Microsoft did that. PA-U is for Parallel-Universe, and not a musical project copyrighted registration number, WHAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA, Mister McNulty!!! T3E scum are inside my fucking cunt computer, persecuting me. They almost crashed me and while they did, I was on page mother fucking eleven of eleven, getting a major JANE DIRTWEEDS THISTLETHORNS ONES ASSAULT!!!!!!!! Now let me compensate for that attack with my fives-numbers, please, folks. YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Image result for sheriff ken j. mascaraMy Photo

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)

Image result for sheriff ken j. mascaraMy PhotoAttorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

Dow Jones Industrial Average (^DJI)

BY JUNE IT WILL BE 18,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 20,000, AND BY END OF 2014, IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.

NO MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF THIS SHIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, PEOPLE, YO!

EXPLORATRONS

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

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

ALL SAVANTS KNOW THIS WELL; ‘THE END’!

Posted by mark wayne mohr at 2:49 PM No comments:

Email This

BlogThis!

Share to Twitter

Share to Facebook

Share to Pinterest

Labels: ANOTHER WORST FUCKING TIME IN FLORIDA, DYING DEC AND UTT, ICPE APE TECHNOLOGY, MAJOR MILITUFORCE DEATH ATTACK, MAJOR MILITUFORCE DEATH SIEGE, NABES FROM HELL, NOISE PERSECUTION

Older Posts Home

Subscribe to: Posts (Atom)

Followers

Blog Archive

▼ 2016 (64) ▼ January (64) CHAPTER 85, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 84, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 83, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 82, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 81, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 1-26-2016
CHAPTER 80, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 79, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 78, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 77, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 76, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 75, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 74, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 73, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 72, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 71, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 70, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 69, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 68, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 67, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 66, GTNOTG
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 01/20/2016
CHAOTER 65, GTNOTG
Chapter 64, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 63, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 62, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 61, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 60, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 59, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 58, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 57, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 56, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 55, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 54, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
Chapter 53, Guess the Name of the Guests
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 1-12-2016
CHAPTER 52, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
A BLAST FROM THE PAST
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF JANUARY 11, 2016, YO
CHAPTER 51, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 50, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 49, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 48, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 47, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 46, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
Guess the Name of the Guests, Chapter 45
CHAPTER 44, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
Chapter 43, Guess the Name of the Guests
Chapter 42, Guess the Name of the Guests
Chapter 41, Guess the Name of the Guests
Chapter 40, Guess the Name of the Guests
CHAPTER 39, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 1-5-16
CHAPTER 38, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 37, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 36, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 35, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 34, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 33, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
Chapter 32, Guess the Name of the Guests
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 1-2-16, DEATH ATTACK ON…
Chapters 30-31—A/B, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS…
Chapter 31, Guess the Name of the Guests
CHAPTER 29, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

► 2015 (772)

► 2014 (502)

► 2013 (510)

► 2012 (1261)

► 2011 (1)

About Me

Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »

SIEGE-SIEGE-SIEGE, WITH TINY LET UPS, KIND SHERIFF K.J.M. SIR

January 27, 2016

the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament”

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

CHAPTER 80, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

CHAPTER 80

BOY OH BOY OH BOY; MOM, MOOMY DEAEST, MOMMY DEAREST, AND UNCLE WONDERFULIFE BILLY; THE SKIES WERE NASTY. AS SOON AS I WENT OUT TO PURCHASE A FEW BUCKS OF GROCERIES TO TIDE ME OVER UNTIL DISABILITY PAYDAY NEXT WEEK, POW; THE CHEMTRAILS SUDDENLY APPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE RIGHT ABOVE ME, AND ASSAULTED ME HALF TO DEATH. HEY, BUT WHAT ELSE IS NEW WITH THESE DIRT BAG MILITUFORCE ESS BRIGGBASE ASTRAL ENEMIES, IN HUMAN MATTER CONVERSION; SIR PRINCETON-EINSTEIN, YO????

HEEDA-WEDA, KIND FOLKS, YO:

WeatherBug Severe Weather Alerts

Show alerts full screen

Forecast Map

+Enlarge

Wednesday’s Weather Outlook

By WeatherBug Meteorologist, Chad Merrill

2:45 PM EST, January 26, 2016

Splashes of rain and pockets of snow will be confined to a few corners of the U.S. heading into the midweek.

A cold front lumbering through the Southeast will be the catalyst for widespread showers in Florida. A few heavier downpours will generate a few large puddles in central and southern Florida. Only intermittent speed will be needed on windshield wipers for motorists in southern Alabama, Georgia and the eastern Carolinas.

Increasing clouds will give way to afternoon light snow in the far northern Plains, Upper Mississippi Valley and western Great Lakes. A few inches will have to be shoveled away in Duluth and International Falls, Minn. Minneapolis and Milwaukee, Wis., will see a dusting with just a handful of flurries in Chicago.

Not to be outdone, a fresh batch of showers will drench western Washington, with the Olympia Peninsula getting the heaviest downpours. Several inches could have residents turning around where water covers the roadway.

The remainder of the West, Plains and East will see bright sunshine. This means a quiet midweek pattern for Los Angeles, Phoenix, Dallas, St. Louis, Pittsburgh, Washington, D.C., and Boston.

Once again Wednesday, Arctic air will be absent. The coldest spots will be the Mountain West and Upper Mississippi Valley to the Northeast where seasonal 20s will be found.

The mercury will reach the 30s and 40s from the Northwest into the Great Basin and from the Plains to the Mid-Atlantic. The West Coast, Southwest and Southern Tier will see 50s and 60s with comfortable 70s for much of Florida.

Know Before(tm) and stay informed! Download WeatherBug for your mobile device and desktop computer for real-time observations, forecasts for 2.6 million locations, and the most advanced warnings to severe weather. Follow us on Twitter and Like Us on Facebook.

What do you think of this story?
Click here for comments or suggestions.

Large Ad Unit

• Radar & Maps|

• Forecast|

• Mobile Alerts|

• National Alerts|

• Severe Weather Videos|

• Weather News

Now, the rest of all of Morianity, is the attempt by me, Mountainpen, to connect the greatest and most incredible dots in all of human history, so may the heavens pity me if I am wrong? I hope my mouth works a little better than poor Tommy’s, Mister ADA PHASE-4-Jack McCoy.

COPYRIGHT MARK WAYNE MOHR 2012, REWRITE FROM 1983 ALSO COPYRIGHTED UNDER TITLE THEN, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, NOW UNDER REWRITE TITLE OF

“YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”

MY MUSIC PROJECT #29.

ONLY WHERE IS IT, MISTER HOUDINI?

VERSE ONE

I’m so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new

Let me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few

Oh my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew

We’re down and out, and we will even go to work for you

You seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two

I am so weak and faint and do not wanna’ be so blue

While we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe

Oh please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you

We’ll help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew

But greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say

I’ve been working hard out in the sun all day

And I’m not giving any freaking fish away

VERSE TWO

So when you add your salty tears directly in the sea

And when you’re done your song of woe, that you have sung to me

Just take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty

And right into the undertow, and stop annoying me

And talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish

You loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch

I have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled

So either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed

Guys like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled

People say I’m cold and cruel, on every single day

But I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay

So I’m not giving any of my fish away

VERSE THREE

They say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand

And mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand

Storms blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died

The sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried

And on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned

Ignoring waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound

Just another bucket and, then he’ll have caught his fill

A lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill

The king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again

Yet locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben

I’ve been working hard out in the sun all day

So yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay

And I’m not giving any of my fish away

VERSE FOUR

You’ll be crossing over, later wishing you’d been nicer

You’ll be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer

You’ll be crossing over, hearing all the trash they’re talking

You’ll be crossing over, and you’ll have to keep on walking

You’ll be crossing over, watching all the others eating

Feasts with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating

Forever seeing many fish, but never on your plate

You had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate

You’ll be crossing over, and you’ll be a lonesome rover

Forever doomed to hear the words you always used to say

That you’ve been working hard out in the sun all day

Oh yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay

So you’re not giving any of your fish away

END OF SONG.

Yes people, this will be a very interesting next few days. FOLKS, I TOLD YOU THATBACK IN SEPTEMBER OF 2012. DID I NOT, YO?

I am the Chosen Cursed HUNTINGTON, and the chosen cursed Huntington never is recognized no matter if I should jump up in the air and fly around like Jenny Johnson and even toss a shark through a high rise condo window. This was all eluded to in my great book from 1994 as I must slap my own back as no one else fucking will, yes, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Don’t you dare fucking mock me; Mister McNulty!!!

OH MY WONDERFUL ARM BREAKER GINA, I am here to tell you that I need to remind peeps that this PARALLEL EVENT THAT HAS DESTROYED MY ENTIRE LIFE, A CRIME THAT WILL MOTHER FUCKING GO UNPUNISHED FOREVER IN THIS CRUEL CUNT EATING MONSTER ASS COSMOS; needs for me to remind the world, OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER, AND SO I WILL DO JUST THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Last night folks; I was in another one of my recurring dreams, to use mortal lingo. Let me elucidate, elaborate, and cry on your shoulders for just a seck; great peeps.

I may be dead and stinky by noonan, Robert Cheatley Patterson, and Doctor Corriell. Fuck Jonas Salk, I can take blood out of anybody, and when it goes back in, you’re fucking 18 again, and I never went to mother fucking ass college, and I simply met a powerful lightning goddess in 1983, or was it really 1983, for that fucking matter? Just what the shit is real, or funny, or a nightmare, WEEEEEEEE? Hay, I am not the Cosmic fucking Swami, ladies and gentlemen, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ‘Moocho Sickem swalen cherundo’, and flowers, and Frank Callio, and Cifaloglio heart attacks, right old pal, rapper, DEEZY SLIM? Hell, all that’s left besides my 1983 sweet previous song, would be two keys too close together on keyboards, and McDonald’s Restaurants in Atlantic City, with wild and shady Mayors; am I correct, my wonderful, awesome, and powerful goddess, Jennifer Washburn, and Tiffany; my 2 old and dear friends? SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, how I miss those days, and you too Ballgame Nick, and the fun we all had before things got so bad, and we forgot what we all had, crissake man, this is not real, but is it fucking ass Memorex or monster-ass? Yeah fat lady, you can fucking sing now!!!!!!!!!! Hey up here in twenty-sixteen, I like the new administration up north there in Atlantic City. I think the new mayor is really cool, dog gone it; I really do.

PRIVATE LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR

This entire Pedigree World flooded once, because this great empire ruler was displeased with her great video game. But there is an extra ingredient with me unlike with anyone fucking else. No matter what I do, I get turned to toast, by these powerful Astral Gods/Goddesses, and my old 1975 pal can say it a lot better than me, ”whatever”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When the expression ”damned if you do and damned if you don’t” was created, I was the one they were thinking all about, I assure you of that. Then there is an extra-extra-ingredient that’s involved in all of this. This great simulation-game or simulationogram as I have come to refer to it as, has a name, and unlike the ”EXPLORATRONIC-SUPERMIND-SOCIETY”, Morianity, as it is being told and translated, by Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr; has a given this dreamforce this name, a real actual name has been assigned and given to this fantastic cosmic game, and yes, BY HER; the great and powerful, and in fact screw the wizard of OZ, THE ALL-POWERFUL PINK GODDESS, and we all should know it by now, “GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Any serious bible-student, degreed seminary scholar, and the like, sees with perfect and unmistakable clarity, should they carefully, and open mindedly, read the beginning of the KJV-CHRISTIAN BIBLE, that this incredible game that our beyond awesome and inconceivably unfathomable god (TRIPLE-GODDESS) was sure to provide us through the direct control of the prophets using this ESS-GTNOTG-GAME; just exactly how this entire time-line or (human-history in this world), in a gigantic game of hers, from HER-HOLY CITY the great capitol city of PLANK (Astral Realm), known there as Sahasra Dal Kanwal, meaning after translated into waking world modern English tongue, “CITY OF THE GREAT SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE”.

JANUARY 26, 2016,

TUESDAY NIGHT AT 10:08,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 63 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY——-(H-75/L-53).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 93%. WIND CHILL IS 62 .

WIND IS SE AT 4, WITH GUSTS TO 23.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES—4.

Image result for sheriff ken j. mascaraMy PhotoAttorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi

I WAS JUST FUCKING MAJOR-HACKED, SHERIFF MASCARA, AND ATTORNEY GENERAL BONDI. IT IS THAT FUCKING HACK WHERE THE LINE MOVES ON THE WORD-DOCK PAGE, BUT IT WON’T DO ANYTHING, FROZEN UP WITH THE CURSER LINE STILL BLINKING. I NEED TO BOOT OUT OF THE WORD PROGRAM AND COME BACK ON. TIME OF THE HACK WAS 10:13 POST MERIDIAN, 1-26-16.

Image result for images of lighthousesImage result for images of lighthousesImage result for images of lighthousesImage result for images of lighthousesImage result for images of lighthouses

View the previous imageView the next image

Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL

Camera Animation

Choose a duration:

Today

30 Days*

365 Days*

* Broadband connection recommended

MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.

• Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:

• Morianity Foundation

• The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version

• To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian

• RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.

My PhotoImage result for images free funny faces

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

KEEP YOUR BIG MOUTH SHUT NOW, DONNA!!!

She used to say, and I quote; “If you don’t like cats and dogs and kids, there’s got to be something wrong with you somewhere”. I am speaking of the world’s great and now sadly late, disco diva, Mizz Donna Gaines Summer!

The world is an amazing place.

Live Camera image from Imagine Charter ES NAU

Local CamsCool CamsCity CamsTraffic CamsMore

View the previous imageView the next image

Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL

Camera Animation

Choose a duration:

Today

30 Days*

365 Days*

* Broadband connection recommended

Well gooooolllleeey Sergeant Carter, USMC, sir and a great big stench sucking SHEEEEEEEEEEIT!

A GREAT PLACE TO SHOP; FOLKS!

I was speaking to Mikey down in Miami a short while back, and we talked quite a while. The earlier part of this blog was when I got back home from a little bit of shopping, the later part was after I spoke with my buddy, and then ate a little non-Betty-Davis-DIN-DIN and that is why the time later on in this blog is also later on in time. WEEEEEEEEEE! Sheriff Mascara, my hackers are on me big time. If it doesn’t stop, they will be totally fucking crushed and destroyed under all enemies of Mark Mohr on a Magnetic Sound Machine punishment crush destruct order, and that’s a dam promise, kind friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mikey told me about some cool products at Walmart Store for a real great buy as far as prices go, and I will be checking it out when I go past there shortly on errands that I must take care of after my Housing Authority Inspection on Monday, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!

Yes sir, ma’am, just what would these bored fucking prick dip shits do if they did not have me to pick on and persecute? Obviously the markets must be up a thousand points with this harassment starting up perdy fooking badly today, Tuesday, YO BRRRRRRR!!! My problem with lovely Egg Harbor Township up in Jersey Mizz Twinbay, is it really is difficult and impossible to stay real cheery and bright spirited when being viciously fucking persecuted and harassed all of your adult life ever since DOOMSDAY for me, back on August 15 of 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Click here

AND MORE APPROPRIATELY WORDED I SUPPOSE, FOR ME ANYWAY; ”HACKED-INTERNET”!

”HACKED-INTERNET”!

Image result for sheriff ken j. mascara

My big fantasy, kind Sheriff Mascara sir; would be to have whoever is doing all of these horrendous fucking evil monstrous things to me for thirty straight years, all chained together up on a bridge. The waters below would be filled with those fish that eat people to death, Parana fish, or whatever they are called, and however they are spelled. The bridge would then slowly become fucking ass electrified. They all are stuck in an ever increasing agonizing tear between jumping into fish eating death, or remain on the metal bridge frame slowly being cooked alive, by my wonderful lightning goddess DIANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just thought that I would share me’ whittle tiny dare-thought with you, kind sir. If you were me and suffered for nearly 355 months; believe me when I tell you that you’d be thinking the very same thoughts and worse. Just wanted to share!

I won’t lie when I look at this photo, sir. I can really picture this is my mind. To quote the kids, kind sir; “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

newsnewsnews

Keep up the great work, COMCAST. I just wanted to plug you here a bit, on my whittle bwogs. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

I am going to have a nice hamburger now and watch a good show on the ol’ tele as they say over in Great Britten.

Oh wonderful lightning, please don’t ever leave me, beautiful baby-blond!!!!!!!!!!!

Image result for images of lighthousesImage result for images of lighthousesImage result for images of lighthouses

Image result for images of lighthousesImage result for images of lighthouses

END TRANSMISSION.

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

CHAPTER 79

I went to visit PINK GODDESS–SSJKK in my spirit earlier this morning around just after nine. I tranced out and found myself willing myself forward out in space, through the stars. Eventually they began to thin out until their were only cluster circles far away (other galaxies), and suddenly, there she was, PINK GODDESS, just like out of Star Trek on that episode called, “Where No Man Has Gone Before”. I melted into her and she loved me beyond anything, and I cried like a baby for a trillion years or so and told her she is so beyond awesome.

Now as with all tales written by Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr, they do not end well, and Satan grew jealous of my bliss with my teen-queen and somehow managed to grab my spirit and threw me into a parallel universe (a dream) where I was living back up in Jersey, in a mobile home somewhere in the Atco area, and was still working for the RPL Sound Recording Studio job after all this time since the end of July in 1979. I was going to retire on December 4, 2019 with a nice pension, but for reasons I don’t recall fully but can speculate based on a few things I observed there, was broke and had a very old messed up clunker car. Recently I had it completely overhauled and things were fine. I went to start it up to drive to work on a shift I never worked in this universe when there, six at night through half past three in the morning. This is when all hell broke loose. I think that I was living with some really strange people in this double wide trailer, and we all were trying to prove that paranormal and esoteric phenomena was occurring around us, and were documenting things with movie cameras and all sorts of weird ghost-buster type of apparatus.

Suddenly as I was starting up my car, I thought the horn had come on and was broken, only it was another sound entirely, and when I opened the hood up, cars in that parallel universe all operated in a totally different way, and the main system that made them work, was all screwed up. I grabbed some tools from the trunk of the vehicle and was able to take a piece from the front of this large pump type of gismo and tighten a few things up, and it seemed repaired. But when I started to slowly drive off of my property towards the road, I realized I was living on Norris Avenue, and what had been the houses along the one side of it, was a trailer park in that world over there, and it was legal to live in them in Atco over there as long as they were hard down on the ground without wheels. I don’t know about the laws of Camden county in this universe here, but over there, it was legal, and come to think of it, Jenny’s park was in the next county over to the east in this universe in waking world reality, and that was legal.

So I start driving down Norris towards the White Horse Piker, and suddenly I realize that I was not able to effect the proper repairs, as the steering was not working. No matter how I tried to steer the car, it was trying to go every possible way other than the way it needed to. As I tried to pull over however, someone on the pike driving eastbound, intentionally came over, crossing illegally into westbound lanes of the pike, and struck my car and damaged it severely and then proceeded to speed away. I was not injured, but got out of the vehicle and realized that it had been knocked right into oncoming traffic. Cars began to hit it one after another, and seemed to all be intentionally in on this NASCAR-gone-wrong horrendous multiple car wreck. I was thinking to myself, “Now all I need is for Tony Stuart to come along and kick my ass”. I was amazed it did not happen.

After the car was knocked around and banged up to shit, it was at least knocked back onto the road where it rolled mysteriously onto the lot from which it had been parked before I started it up. My roommates had come out with some tools and test equipment, and I thought that they were going to run over to assist me and see if they could ascertain why it was driving all crazy, but they were running up towards the pike and I looked over to see where they were heading, and up above us was this huge air ship shinning all sorts of colored lights down, and not making a sound. Eventually, on of them opened up my hood and was testing something while this weird UFO was spinning around directly over us and in front of us maybe 70 feet away. Suddenly it shone a green pulsing light down onto the grassy area in front of us, and it burned a message onto the grass. As people drove by, they all got out. I could not see the message from the angle where I was standing, but it seemed to say something utterly shocking, as when people came over to read what it said, they seemed more scared out of their skulls by the message than of the dam ship above us that burned it into the grass.

Then the one roommate connected his ghost-busting machine to some part inside the car engine and the part began to light up like a round white disc, and started to make a sound sort of similar to a choir singing the ‘note middle A’. The guy said that he was expecting that. Things were beyond crazy and horrible, and then along came Mikey’s brother Joe from Florida, and in that universe, I knew both Mikey and Joe only from Jersey. I had thought that Mikey had recently died and remember watching my doppelganger amazingly telling him this, and then hearing him say back, “Don’t believe all you see”. Suddenly we were driving in his car to a local gas station a block away, and it was the Power Test station down the block at the traffic light on the pike that separated the towns of Atco and Chisilhurst. Some weird music was playing from the Family Stations Incorporated radio station WKDN, and they were saying how the President had just died, of the radio network, not the nation. I remember thinking how this was not very funny. Then the man who owned the station came over to me and I noticed that Mike had vanished. The man knew Mike and told me he was alive and well, but that friends of his were telling him just the other day that he had passed. One thing led to another, and I began to realize that people were vanishing all over the place, and some were returning while others were not. I remember thinking if this could be the beginning of the Christian rapture stuff. Then I drove the car back to where mine was being worked on, and I remember getting on a phone that was in my pocket and calling the RPL studio to let them know I could not make it in due to car trouble. Then I realized I was in this parallel universe and began to become aware of the situation, taking me from a TYPE-1-Exploratron, to a TYPE-2-Exploratron. Awareness is type-2-dreaming, and becoming able to control ones double (doppelganger) is TYPE-3. The crazy air ship was still up in the night sky, and lots of bright search lights were all around, and a lot of local government emergency vehicles and ther police had all began to gather around as well by this point in time. Then walking a large white dog, and wearing bright golden framed shades despite it being night, came Nick Cannon, walking down the road, and then I realized through my dreaming-double and having his knowledge and awareness now fully and instantaneously to his as things happened around us, that this Nick was just a man who lived on Norris Avenue, at the far end of the park in a house. Then I realized that he was the owner of the trailer park, and he was very mean and I had to call him Mister Cannon. He never married Mariah Carey in that universe. As I began to mentally focus in on things, I realized there was no Mariah Carey in that universe. However, Patty and Pee were living in the park along with myself, and had a trailer in the middle of the park area somewhere. Suddenly I saw Nick cross the street and approach me abnd tell me my rent is overdue. I told him he would have it tomorrow. He then grabbed my arm while his large dog began to growl and bark at me. He yanked me over and away with him, and as I walked with him a short ways, he smirked and then he laughed, and then the laughter grew louder and louder, until I kept saying to him, “Why are you laughing Mister Cannon”? He finally stopped quite abruptly and I was following him into his house-office, and noticed the sign above that read Atco-Cannon-Park. I sat down and he reached into a mini-fridge and grabbed a dog and a cold glass of foamy beer, and sat down at his desk. My chair was along the side of it. He said to me, I am the owner of that airship that just screwed up your car. He opened a desk drawer and took out some weird proof of his ownership and flung it over at me, striking my wrist and I remember the paper cutting the skin a little, and a drop of blood coming out of the area. He then said, “I won’t allow you to go to the pink lights outside, is that clear Mountainpen”? I remember staring at him, and then instantly using all of my will, I turned myself into a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON. I now had full control over my doppelganger (dreaming-double), and I belted out, “I love her, she is Almighty Goddess-SSJKK, and you have no right to tell me what to do”!!! Then he got up from his chair, spit out a bite that he was chewing of his dog, onto a large bright red ash tray that had those real old-days-style thick edges, and stunk to high hell the way the old ones did and when folks never seemed to ever clean them, and I remember recalling the stench very clearly, and thinking how disgusting the prick was for puking that out of his face when he could have just swallowed it for crying out loud! He yelled so loud that my ears rang, and I remember him saying quite clearly to me, “I am running a very carefully controlled experiment, and I’m not going to let you screw it up any more with time manipulations, and your dam travels out to the edge of the Milky Way”!

A lot of shit is not safe to blog after that point. He went onto tell me how life is a huge game and that I am someone who has discovered too much about very secret things. When I asked him why I aware of my universe back where a physical body is asleep in, he said to me, “You know the answer to that, TYPE-3-Exploratron. Go back now and leave my world”!!!!! Instantly, I was here, and I awoke with a bang and it was about twenty past eleven, just past Miss Witch Bitch Thistlethorns time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION.

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

CHAPTER 78

My PhotoImage result for images free funny faces

Somehow, ad ad-spot such as the one below, seems a little out of season; but so does information about how to swim out of rip currents. I mean even here in Fort Pierce, it is 42 degrees, YO. Even I would not want to be on the beach or in the ocean in a bathing suit, swimming around. Oh well, I do enjoy the quick burst of colder weather, as before I can yell out Jack Robinson loves Susanna Cunningham at light speed squared, it will be hotter than Hottentots and Blue Blazes, all combined. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

IWALU PINK GODDESS, NO MATTER WHAT, FOR ALL ETERNITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Give my best to Gary Mitchell, and Doctor Walking-Freezer-Unit Lovelyblond!!!!!!!!!!!! Your beautiful bright full moon was all over me all night long!!!!!!!!!!

Hey world, at least I know I am a no good rotten worthless loser, and yes Mister S. J. McGinty of Mars Graphics back in 1977, a turkey also!!!!

I am not a member of the Avalon Beach Club, or any club other than the HUMAN RACE. But just what we all are supposed to be racing against, other than for our own entire destruction, I am afraid I am simply ignorant about, kind folks!!!

Live Camera image from Avalon Beach Club

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JANUARY 25, 2016,

MONDAY MORNING AT 7:29,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 42 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY——-(H-43/L-40).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 92%, FEELING LIKE 40.

WIND IS WNW AT 3, GUSTING SLIGHTLY TO 6.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES—0.

END TRANSMISSION.

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

CHAPTER 77

As you may know, I screwed up the number on my previous blog and said 10 out of every billion, and I meant of course, 100. Sorry about that, kind people!

David Roth and I sat outside his home driveway in my old clunker car, back in 1988, up on Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA, and had quite a rap session; and on tape as well, as I recorded most everything back in those times, and this one tape even made it into one of my copyrighted music-projects, either the Epitome Of Harassment 1 or 2. I don’t remember which of these two, but it was one or the other. One of many items that we were discussing, was approximately how many Milituforce-Otamm enemies there were in total, all over the planet. David, as the great and powerful Copyright-Office knows all to well to this very day, said to me after I had posed that question to him, during our quite philosophical, and intent discussion, that late dark cold night up there in Philly, and I’ll quote him to the tee; “I would say there are more than a hundred, and less than a thousand”. He’d be proud to know that I have pretty much verified this, and that indeed about 740-780, is the actual best estimate, based on extremely complicated data that was crunched, over a lot of time; that I do not plan on getting specific about, or even into at all on this blog right now; and probably will not do for some time. This as I said on my last blog, Chapter 76 of GTNOTG, breaks down to pretty much 100 out of a billion grouped population, or in smaller numbers, one in ten million!

I was right about the weather in my area, it did not go anywhere all that close to the predicted ‘high-forecasted’ temperature. Skies were mixed, and now it is beginning to wind down towards evening, at just shy of five.

Image result for images free funny faces

JANUARY 24, 2016,

SUNDAY EVENING AT 5:01,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 53 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY——-(H-54/L-35).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 57%, AND WIND CHILL IS 50 .

WIND IS WNW AT 6, WITH GUSTING TO 9.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES—0.

Image result for sheriff ken j. mascaraMy Photo

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)

Search for:

Name (NALL) <

Full Title

Date

[ 1 ]

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

For the record.

PAu000662409

CITIZENS OF PLANET EARTH:

MY ENTIRE LIFE HAS BEEN WIPED OUT, AND I HAVE BURIED DOZENS OF TIME CAPSULES TELLING THE STORY TO FUTURE GENERATIONS.

HIDDEN IN THE CODES OF MANY ITEMS OF THE ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY, ARE MAJOR ESS SECRETS FOR ANYONE TO LEARN ABOUT AND FIND.

FOR EXAMPLE, JANE FONDA MAY BE NOT PARTICULARLY LIKED BY ME, BUT HER FATHER WAS A FINE GENTLEMEN AND A GREAT ACTOR.

HIDDEN IN THE CODES OF HISTORY, IS A MOVIE CALLED, “12 ANGRY MEN”. IF ONE WERE TO LISTEN CAREFULLY, SOMETHING SPOKEN SOFTLY WAS SAID THAT NO WAY COULD HAVE BEEN SAID. MY FATHER SAID IT ALL THE TIME, AND IT WAS MORE THAN MERELY A TERRIBLE GROUPING OF CUSS WORDS, I PROMISE YOU ALL THAT!!!

I hate your miserable dam guts, Jane Onesleaze. But maybe there was a powerful reason YYYYYY Jane Fonda did what she did to me on that horrible spring night in 1993 at the Atlanta Braves Baseball Park, in Atlanta, Georgia, USA, with that clock zooming ONES ATTACK, that Ted Turner her hubby and her was so funny, and wiped me totally out for life!!!!!!!!! Maybe it is all rapped up in that movie from many decades back now, called “12 ANGRY MEN”. My dad in 1975 had returned for his second visit with me, in the summer time, while I resided at 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, in Lindenwold, New Jersey, USA. As soon as I compensate for Mizz fuckiGN Water-Witch Dirt-Bag THISTLETHORNS, and her page-eleven attack, I will tell you the details of this, as it is high time that I do!!!!

Now that this has been taken care of, YO; my dad was visiting me on his second visit, as there were two, and his second one was when he stayed permanently in the area, and ended up in Philadelphia, through my friend Frank Lombardo, who I knew through Russ Deflavia's parents, and he was the vocalist who sang my SPIRIT PEACE song back in 1975. My mom's coworkers, Phyllis Hillock and Patricia Hollister knew Mister Deflavia as he had the band who his son was the vocalist to. When Mizz Hillock married fiance' Joe, they used the band at their wedding reception. Patty also knew all these folks, along with Steve, the other really young coworker who still in 1975 was barely the age of majority or so. Russ Deflavia had turned 18 a few months earlier, and this too was called majority age for a short while yet, through a temporary rights-for-minors-act that had passed in those days. As soon as I turned 18, they had changed the legal age from 21 to 18 except for a few things such as casino gambling and buying and selling stocks and options and commodities, and this is why I had to go through something, in the early seventies, called the Uniform Gifts to Minors Act, as I began trading the markets in a small way at age seventeen or so. Something that happened one day in the Deflavia basement, that was said to me by Russ and his gorgeous girlfriend Leslie, that never was ever told or blogged, is also a part of all of this wild and totally beyond bizarre bullshit. Russ had just woke up and they were sort of shacked up and together, and she had come downstairs to the ground level of the home there in Philly, and I had come up from the basement where the band was, along with loads of musical amplifiers and huge open reel tape recording machines and large professional microphones all set up all over the place. I merely wanted to grab a glass of cold water, and Leslie had just handed me the glass and when Russ came into the kitchen on the ground level of this large row home, he was rubbing his sleepy eyes, and he said to Leslie, “I wish you'd woke me up like an hour ago, or even maybe a half hour. I was in this dream with a room three times bigger than our basement and ten times more amps and mics and loads of people, and letters were up on the wall that were painted in bright blue, and I think they said E-S-S, you know, like princess or hostess”. He then said, and this is almost a perfect quote still, and I never thought I'd forget this, until I did, and suddenly it all came back to me just before doing this blog this afternoon, “I thought I was in some STAR TREK show, they said they could all pop in and out of the universe or something really crazy”. Now folks, how many of you remember the large room filled with musical amps that was in MY DREAM a year or so back in time, and they admitted they were ESS, or what I called ESS?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This vocalist, Russ, sounded amazing close to the lead singer QUEEN. Looking back, I wonder if something really stranger than dam strange was going on with all of this, especially when mom's two coworkers, Patty Hollister and Phyllis Hillock were all involved in the shit. Steve knew them too, but Steve and all the shit we talked about the previous year in his Philly apartment, that would take weeks and months to really get into it all, and then tie it all into the shit I now am blogging about, the ESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To quote James Maverick Rockford here, “We can always get back to this”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Para-llel universes, Copyrighted registration certificate-PAU000204015, Paula, Patricia, and more (PA) stuff; is all topic for expanded ESS data at a future time, kind people. Again, “We can always get back to this”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The topic of ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society) is quite intricate and complex, huh Mister PP? Even that pertains to DREAMS, and parallel universes of hyperspace. I had told PP (Paul Evans Pedersen), my EX-business partner of the Studio Park Records Company (SPR-CO) in a wild dream nearly a decade ago somewhere, and I quote, “You're intricate”. He was in a very fowl and evil mood in the 'DREAM', and I remember it like I had it just last dam ass night, kind folks, YO!!!!!!!! Once we get onto the ESS, we find it is part of just about every dam facet of our lives, 24-7, not our waking lives, not even our sleeping lives, it is more like the “Lives Matter” movements of recent society due to all of the dam stupid gun violence. ALL lives matter of course, and so I can totally get it when after a white police officer shooting a black person happens, it should be all about “BLACK LIVES MATTER”. Also, if it were to happen in other racial overtones, then just an “ALL LIVES MATTER” rally makes sense. So when I draw this comparison to the ESS, being not just part of all of our waking or sleeping lives, but our entire lives from cradle to grave; I merely am saying that we must start to see the reality that while we are awake and living our lives here in this world and this universe, it is filled with T3E of the ESS, having countless dreams, or maybe to say it even more accurately, converting to T1E or regular normal dreamers, who just fall asleep each night and dream, or TYPE-1-EXPLORATRONS, as opposed to TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, our waking world is filled to the brim with exploring entities of hyperspace, just as while we all sleep ad go to visit their worlds. It works both ways. Not only is our world filled with them, but all of us as well, go to all of them, sooner or later. We all our merely a fifth dimensional piece of mind-energy. The mind realm or sixth-dimension is sending its signal down into this 5th dimensional hyperspace system, and this is how it works. It is natural and normal. Now some advanced dreamers have learned the art of dream-travel or to quote Mister Carlos Castaneda, the ART OF DREAMING, as his great books discuss, and are a must read for any serious MORIAN.

A GREAT PLACE TO SHOP; FOLKS!

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION.

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 76

It's a perdy dern chilly morning here in southeastern central Florida, at 36 and feeling 30. Florida gets a few cold snaps, and this is one of them, Jim BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HH-88, huh Herbert Huntington of 1947 in early February. Thankx to your son Arthur, we Huntington descendants are all here hanging around someplace.

HEEDA-WEDA 4U:

COURTESY OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!

Weather Map is courtesy of CHANNEL 12 local South Florida TV.

Alerts Map

Note: The image above may not reflect the current alert state for your county due to a several minute delay between the issuance of the alert and the map processing.

Advisory Colors Key

Winter Storm Watch

Flood Warning

Non-Precipitation Advisory

Flood Statement

KABOOM, Mister Clancy!!!!!!!!!!! Mister David Leigh Smith, back in the autumn of 1970, at Haddonfield, New Jersey, in the Cooley Hall; Sir ROTTENBERRY ROCKDROID LURCH, PROGRAMMING OVERRIDER, SIR;

WeatherBug Severe Weather Alerts

Show alerts full screen

Forecast Map+Enlarge

Today's Weather Outlook

By WeatherBug Meteorologist, Chad Merrill

12:15 AM EST, January 24, 2016

Mother Nature will flip back the weather switch in the East today while attention turns to the West.

WeatherBug Meteorologist Mace Michaels has the latest in this exclusive WeatherBug National Outlook Video.

The epic East Coast snowstorm that paralyzed the East Coast will become a figment of the imagination quickly by Sunday. Instead of a raging blizzard, bright sunshine will reflect off the snow-pack and create substantial sun glare. Residents will have to bundle up as they begin the lengthy cleanup process. Afternoon highs will only reach the 20s and 30s.

One cold front will slip into the Northwest, bringing soggy weather to Interstate 5 and a touch of snow to the Cascades while a separate low pressure will remind the Rockies and northern Plains that winter is far from finished. A few inches of snow will fall at the ski resorts here while spreading into the Dakotas in the afternoon.

California, the Southwest, much of the Plains and U.S. Southern Tier will see bright sunshine and pleasant 50s, 60s and 70s Sunday.

Seasonable 20s and 30s in the Mid-Atlantic and Northeast will also stretch into the northern Rockies, central and northern Plains, Great Lakes, Midwest and Ohio Valley.

What do you think of this story?
Click here for comments or suggestions.

Large Ad Unit

• Radar & Maps|

• Forecast|

• Mobile Alerts|

• National Alerts|

• Severe Weather Videos|

• Weather News

The ESS is powerful, and something connected to all of it, had to be covered up. One of these travelers had obviously somehow managed to bring back to 1970 physically, what now in 2016, and from the past several years, is called, a ''TABLET''. Before tablets ever came out, my blogs from the very opening books and chapters of earlier Morianity, discussed the WILDWOOD PRESS, but a lot more was involved than just me confusing this stuff. A lot of this all began for me, after I had written my 1994 book called, “The Permission Barrier”, and sent it for copyright on Halloween Day, 10/31/1994. Step by step, came all of it, right down to the time trip back to my high school, the hub cap damage, the visit to my swim and health club, and I could go on and on and it would serve no purpose whatsoever. NOT 'ON & DON', hacker!!!!!

Florida State Map

Click here for legend

Active Alert – Click on a county for details.

THE WEATHER BUG ALERTED ME WITH A WIND CHILL ADVISORY. It was in the twenties last night in some nearby spots, maybe even here for all I know.

ALERT 1 – Winter Weather Advisory

A WIND CHILL ADVISORY IS IN EFFECT UNTIL 9:00AM EST SUNDAY, JANUARY 24Issue Time: 9:05AM EST, Sunday Jan 24, 2016Valid Until: 10:15AM EST, Sunday Jan 24, 2016
Back to summary

WIND CHILL ADVISORY HAS EXPIREDUNTIL 10:15AM EST
Wswmlb

Urgent – Winter Weather Message
National Weather Service Melbourne FL
905 AM EST Sun Jan 24 2016

Inland Volusia County-Northern Lake County-Orange-Seminole-
Southern Brevard County-Osceola-Indian River-Okeechobee-St. Lucie-
Martin-Coastal Volusia County-Southern Lake County-
Northern Brevard County-
Including The Cities Of… Debary… Deland… Deltona… Eustis…
Mount Dora… Leesburg… Tavares… Apopka… Maitland… Orlando…
Winter Park… Union Park… Altamonte Springs… Casselberry…
Oviedo… Sanford… Winter Springs… .Melbourne… Palm Bay…
Rockledge… Celebration… Kissimmee… Saint Cloud… Sebastian…
Vero Beach… Basinger… Fort Drum… Okeechobee…
Port Saint Lucie… Fort Pierce… Hobe Sound… Jensen Beach…
Port Salerno… Stuart… Daytona Beach… New Smyrna Beach…
Ormond Beach… Clermont… Mascotte… Groveland… Cocoa…
Titusville
905 AM EST Sun Jan 24 2016

… Wind Chill Advisory Has Expired…

The Wind Chill Advisory Is No Longer In Effect.

Wind Chill Values In The Upper 20s To Low 30s May Persist Over
Portions Of East Central Florida Into Mid Morning. However As
Temperatures Continue To Increase Into The Late Morning And
Afternoon Wind Chill Values Will Rise Above The Advisory
Threshold Of 35 Across The Area. Therefore The Wind Chill
Advisory Has Been Allowed To Expire.

Thank you very much, TWB. As always, much obliged.

I just covered my screens so Miss Thistlethorns Nonobreath cannot get at me with another of her elevens-assaults. The temperature has risen up to 40 and predicted high is for 58, but I'll be shocked if it reaches it, as this is a real ''cold-snap'' for this part of the country. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Only one person out of ten million has any interest in the subject of taking dreaming seriously here in waking life. The other 9,999,999 people in every ten million group, consider that insane and not being rational. That is a very pitiful mistake, not that it will cause them pain for the most part in their lives, but it sure won't assist someone like me very much in my cause for justice and vindication for those like me who may be called the VOTESS. Yes, there are those who vote and could well be called the VOTERS, and then there are a handful such as myself, the victims of a very ruthless and savage soulless group of deadly dream-travelers, quite accomplished in their skills, way more advanced due to where they truly come from, future points in their individual parallel universe abodes, and we are the VOTESS, pronounced quite similarly to the VOTERS, but way different in truth. We are the victims, or the Victims Of The Exploratronic Supermind Society. In each universe, there are groups, in my best guess, that if you piled up the global citizenry in groups of 10,000,000 (ten-million), one would be a real ESS dream-traveler, or a T3E (Type-3-Exploratron). Guests in the great SSJKK's ''GTNOTG'' GAME, are the same thing as T3E's. So if you pile up one billion people on Planet-Earth, ten have real power over all of the other 999,999,900 other non-ESS dream-travelers around them. They are not always going to be the rich and monetarily-powerful either. Some are, others are not. It won't ever be as easy as 1-2-3 to pick them out in a crowd. Naturally, unlike great wonderful FBI agents in a drug sting or prostitution raid, are not wearing jerseys with ESS on their back, as the feds with their cool FBI jerseys. Hey, that helps the wrong people from getting shot in 'friendly-fire', I suppose, but the last thing that real true ESS members want, is to be exposed and singled out as who they truly are. One is NICK CANNON of course, and another is PAULA KING, also of course. In the parallel universe where Nick has a lakehouse, as described by my late first decade of the century blogs, upon several occasions; and is also operating inside of my once coworker down here in Florida, only over there in that universe-realm, he was my coworker over at Cifaloglio up in Jersey, and that is Mister Youtube Deezy Slim himself, Darius Evans, now a resident of the Carolina's. Over here, he got in with my distant cousin David, who lives in this area up on Hutchinson Island, or did back in the 2011 circa, and they were tight, and did music together, one particular item being that thing they got from me up at the Harvest job when I told them I had just written a song about how this place (HARVEST) could send you to a sike-ward and really make you crazy, and how I had written a song called “General Breakdown At Musicians sike-Ward”. The next thing I knew was that they had used the idea on Youtube. Cool. If I can help a pal to do something, great. I just wish people were not so secretive about so many things, as if the fate of the fuckign Star Wars Intergalactic Darth Vader Club was somehow all mixed up and tied in with it all, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Folks, I may not know the difference between 13 and thirty, and I may be Yancy Jones in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, the Dalmatian Doggie that belongs to the great SSJKK (Stacey), and I sure as hell know I am not one of the six chicks, or my mom's give-away partner from Atlantic city, cousin to the Black Horse Pike car dealer, Mister Robert Rufalo, but I am Mark, and I am going to endlessly know more and more, as we go along, with or without enlightenment and ever evolving awareness to what has been done to me for 61+years now in this mountainpen-lifetime. So

Yes sir/ma'am; I may not be the true inventor of break dancing, as my old ex pal Billy Harner was, BUT; I know the truth about a lot more than even 18 CLEVER GIRLS, or Jim's friend and inventor, Zvonko; with time tablets, and the creation of digital audio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did I say “CG-18 and stop” oh great job-keepers of th eUnited States Copyright Office? Boy do I think you are one great human being, Detective Eddie Green of L&O!!!

My Photo

2006-2016 © MOUNTAINPEN

Original five blogs:

On Blogger since January 2006

Profile views – 2981

My 5 blogs:

• Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:

• Morianity Foundation

• The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version

• To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian

• Rats, Tats, & Playing Real Football

This is no joke so don't you dare mother fuckiGN chuckle at me, Michael 1971 McNulty, YO BRAH!

When I was a boy, I was sickened a lot with my mother's rotten fucking cooking. The Sunday shit, when I sang in the Haddonfield church choir, was as regular, as a precision Swiss timepiece. The serious church minded folks had me believing in a personal fuckiGN devil, “SATAN”, who was doing this to me. Well, in a way he was. Someone in the ESS was getting into my mother and making her give me rotten poisonous stuff to ingest from the time that I was cunt lapping ten years fucking ass old. After moving from this place in Westmont, New Jersey, a couple towns over into Oaklyn, New Jersey, my upstairs neighbor Joan Larosa told my mom that she thought I had consumption. In those days, this was a word used often in place of TB. It did not stand for Theresa Bruno, at the RPL Sound Recording Studios of bizarre Gerry, Sue, and Mashell auto theft incidents right around Christmas Holiday time. Wow, Cooley Hall Wormhole Angel McDowell, is this all possible my old friend of the great FCC??? Now folks, shit goes way beyond this very rudimentary and oversimplified introduction, IPYT!!!!!!!!!!

AFTER MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

AS WE ARE ALL ENDLESSLY

MOVING TOWARDS THE 17 YEAR, and to quote lovely Debbie 'Blondie' Harry, the tide is high, allow me please to move this onward.

Mysterious illnesses are used by the ESS, as numerous other medical research studies is as well.

The day my life was forever altered in 1986, I was connected with a lab technician. A couple of years earlier, I also was again, only I was wide awake. Still, being made mysteriously ill, as well as medical people in general, seem to not only be connected into all of these things, but in major ways if you study how the subject of Ufology relates to the country of Ireland. I am not making this stuff up Ken Mattingly, in or out of NASA or on or off the moon, but I do believe in number 13, and how dam ass unlucky it can be, FOR SOME PEOPLE. I do not nor do I plan to, scoff and mock those who take numbers very fucking seriously. They say that if you give an eternal monkey an eternal typewriter, sooner or later, he has to type out perfectly, every single one of Shakespeare's plays. Christians despise these type of things when you say them around them. However, they can love or hate whatever they choose to, and I never could see how it lessens the reality and unlimited power and truth of Jesus Christ, but I will say this here and now, that is indeed true, and anyone who is an accomplished mathematician will agree. The same mathematical reality here, insists that morianity is telling the truth, and that indeed, unlimited parallel universes inside of a multiverse not only all exist, but when someone such as myself figures out these details such as I have; it is pretty hard to dispute anything. The math makes me right and you wrong, oh wonderful terrific great Misses Marola of 1969, ma'am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The vast majority of non-mathematically oriented people will laugh and wholeheartedly disagree. Fine. Stay stupid, legs and all, from Trout Lane to Beaver Drive; huh Bruce Pennock?

Live Camera image from Avalon Beach Club

Local CamsCool CamsCity CamsTraffic CamsMore

Live Camera from Avalon Beach Club, Fort Pierce, FL

Camera Animation

Fix that synthesizer, Brucie-WFMU. Boy is my past filled with extremely colorful people; Sarah Tennessee Krassle! Like super ass WOW, Mister Macy-34!!!!

My PhotoImage result for images free funny faces

The great PINK-GODDESS of STAR TREK

END TRANSMISSION.

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 75

Hey, don't let me pooh-pooh all over the world with my rotten attitude here, lovely gorgeous TWINBAY from Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey. It's just that I am under something called the Huntington Curse, and as I am here hanging around, hanging in there, and all hung up on the garbage of Planet-Earth, etcetera-etcetera, YO; I sometimes forget to smile or be all that positive and beaming with freaking joy!!!!

Now much of the American northeast is being clocked and pummeled with winter storm Jonas or however they spell this storm's name, and even here in Florida, it is being a very typical late January type of afternoon, and this middle January through early March period of 6-8 weeks, is our little usually wimpy winter, but sometimes, it gets quite 'winterish' for those whose blood gets all thinned out from living here in sunny paradise south central Florida-USA.

JANUARY 5, 2016,

SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:10,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 56 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY——-(H-56/L-51).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 49%, AND WIND CHILL IS 50 .

WIND IS WNW AT 26, WITH HEAVY GUSTING TO 41.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES—0.

Well I may have done a quick little RON WIRTZ TEST REACTION back last week to try and crash the markets for good, but at least I did not plan on never telling. Morianity sometimes runs quick temporary con jobs on its Milituforce enemies, but it always comes clean and admits the test within a usually short period of time. Unlike the news media reports on talk show lovely Ellen, I promise you, I DO NOT LIE. Hey, for all I know, she doesn't either, and to be quite HONEST, I don't have a clue what the buzz is all about today with this, here on 1-23-16, it merely shows up on my 'TWB'-Application (APP). WEEEEEEE!

Jeepers-creepers peeps and peepers; the maintenance guy was over here at around twenty minutes shy of eleven this morning, and had the hugest toilet plumbers snake I ever saw in my life, and really dredged me out and saved my life. He said to use the great RIDDEX product every couple months, for alleviating my problems of shit-clogging. I should have known this and been on top of it, but that is how my enemy-fawces operate. By continuously fucking me day and night around the clock, 24-7-365.2422 for thirty god dam years, it sort of fucking screws up your normal thought processes, and I suppose is precisely what their plan and goal and objectives are all about, when you start to think and meditate on it seriously!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My phone worked and connected me earlier, to the PHA maintenance emergency after hours number. Praise the great Almighty Lordess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hot holy hog hiccup puke, kind people; this has not been a good year for me, and that is about as stupid a thing to say as anything possible. This is because I have not had a good year ever since middle 1986 forever altered my cunt chewing miserable life. As I speak-type, a major hack struck me while typing my word document, and suddenly my system connected up to some stupid internet site. I was able to stop it!

When you have an enemy like PPK and her great family from washcloth hell messing with you, YOU'RE SUNK BEFORE YOUR SHIP LEAVES THE MOTHER FUCKING DOCK PORT, AND IPYT FOLKS!!!!!

MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM. TANX!

• Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:

• Morianity Foundation

• The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version

• To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian

• Rats, Tats, & Playing Real Football

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.

B——-O——-O——-M

With or without expressing my appreciation or salutations in general, or attempting to describe or narrate any concepts of the great powerful guns of Naverone, allow me please, Uncle Heinz Gozzwald of Babylon, New York, or ''permit cameras me in 1972'' to say this: I am not a pip, Mister Mummy and Mister Klugman. I do understand the truth about the MIND-REALM (the D-6) and the five dimensions that become a reality in the worlds of truth and matter on the tangible and caporial realm of hyperspace, and yes, I never asked for any of this mother fuckiGN bullshit. I swear that on my oath as an American free born legal non-trumped citizen, and under my eternal Huntington family curse, and on my awesome GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, who a billion or so persons on this planet, simply know as “GOD”; as that is all they choose to want to ever know about her; huh Karen Simons? Tell Jim, thanks for helping me prove a lot of stuff about good old 10-SC Avenue. Oh well, you are another member of the great crowd, so don't feel bad, to quote the wonderful Sharon Payne from 1967, at Haddon Township High School, in Westmont-World-Labs of New Jersey, that haven't happened yet. I could cry or scream, or even throw shoes all over the room, but I only have one pair of shoes, so why ruin them and walk around in socks and blisters. I can still scream and cry, but I'll save that for a visit to my kid's place someday, if ever invited which is extremely doubtful, and she puts on one of her fave horror flicks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh sheeeeeeit, Freddy Elm!

My PhotoImage result for images free funny faces

IWALU PINK GODDESS, NO MATTER WHAT YOU AND YOUR ROTTEN FRIENDS DO TO ME, FOR ALL ETERNITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Give my best to Gary Mitchell, and Doctor Walking-Freezer-Unit Lovelyblond!!!!!!!!!!!! There are a zillion reasons why PINK GODDESS hovers out beyond the MWG and uses the GTNOTG to play her endless games. As Morianity progresses endlessly forward, we will begin exploring a whole lot more of this wild shit. IPYT ladies and gentlemen. For right now, may fortune favor the foolish, and ministers and angels of grace defend us all, Daddy Spaceplatforms of January 1974!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION.

Posted by mark wayne mohr at 8:13 PM No comments:

Email This

BlogThis!

Share to Twitter

Share to Facebook

Share to Pinterest

Labels: absolute power corrupts absolutely, agents from hell, CHEMTRAIL ATTACK, COMPUTER HACKING, HELP ME SHERIFF KEN MASCARA SIR, MAJOR MILITUFORCE DEATH ATTACK

Older Posts Home

Subscribe to: Posts (Atom)

Followers

Blog Archive

▼ 2016 (58) ▼ January (58) CHAPTER 80, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 79, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 78, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 77, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 76, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 75, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 74, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 73, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 72, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 71, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 70, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 69, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 68, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 67, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 66, GTNOTG
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 01/20/2016
CHAOTER 65, GTNOTG
Chapter 64, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 63, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 62, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 61, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 60, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 59, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 58, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 57, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 56, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 55, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 54, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
Chapter 53, Guess the Name of the Guests
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 1-12-2016
CHAPTER 52, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
A BLAST FROM THE PAST
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF JANUARY 11, 2016, YO
CHAPTER 51, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 50, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 49, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 48, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 47, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 46, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
Guess the Name of the Guests, Chapter 45
CHAPTER 44, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
Chapter 43, Guess the Name of the Guests
Chapter 42, Guess the Name of the Guests
Chapter 41, Guess the Name of the Guests
Chapter 40, Guess the Name of the Guests
CHAPTER 39, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 1-5-16
CHAPTER 38, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 37, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 36, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 35, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 34, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 33, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
Chapter 32, Guess the Name of the Guests
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 1-2-16, DEATH ATTACK ON…
Chapters 30-31—A/B, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS…
Chapter 31, Guess the Name of the Guests
CHAPTER 29, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

► 2015 (772)

► 2014 (502)

► 2013 (510)

► 2012 (1261)

► 2011 (1)

About Me

Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »

ENDLESS PERSECUTION BY WALL STREET SCUM

January 21, 2016

the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament”

Thursday, January 21, 2016

CHAPTER 68, GTNOTG

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 68

These mother fucking maintenance people are driving me up a mother fucking wall, and that has to be what is going on here now for two solid mother fucking weeks! It is as bad all over again, as when the dam fucking new doors were put up, banging and drilling all over the place. I suppose a lot of new mother fuckers are out and old ones gone, hey Sheriff sir, no one will ever tell me one mother fuckiGN thing around this god dam miserable dump, and hey sir, I only god dam ass live here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! I pay my rent every month on time for five years, and try to never cause anyone a problem in any way, but you know how it goes kind sir, Mark the god dam bad guy!!!!!!!!

Image result for sheriff ken j. mascaraMy PhotoAttorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi

JANUARY 21, 2016,

DAY AFTERNOON AT 10:32,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 68 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY——-(H-68/L-53).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 61%, FEELING LIKE 68.

WIND IS ESE AT 2, GUSTIMG SLIGHTLY TO 10.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES—0.

Nightmares all night, and noise and hell and feeling like mother fuckign dogshit all day, real fun!!!! I never did one thing to deserve this mother fuckign cunt eating shit, Sheriff sir, and Attorney General ma’am, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.

• Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:

• Morianity Foundation

• The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version

• To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian

• Rats, Tats, & Playing Real Football

Now who’s fucking cock sucking kidding who. The great and powerful JAMES T. BURR would say that I am the bag guy in all of this. He would preach to you that “I got involved in the occult, and God is now allowing SATAN to punish me”. How anyone in this world of advanced science can buy into this hocus mother fuckiGN pocus Frisbee twilight zone bullshit, totally amazes me. But then, I have been a victim of Christianity all of my life also, being raised extremely staunch and austere with very rigid values in that areas, sort of along the lines of the L&O character Jack McCoy and his Saint Ignatius Catholic nuns as a school boy, tormenting him, and causing him to feel the way he does about spiritual fucking bullshit. Hey, hold your dick cum swallowing horses now Nellie Girl, YO. I didn’t say there is not some FAWCE out there, as all of my cunt chewing fucking life, I HAVE BEEN A VICTIM OF THIS ”SOMETHING OU THERE SOMEWHERE SHIT”, and I know it is totally real. I just refuse to see this biblical Satan/God fucking shit!!!

***(((((]]]]]]]]]][[[[[[[[[[)))))***

]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]][[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[

KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL ® 1980

MARK WAYNE MOHR

PINK GODDESSES

MORNING LIGHTS

DESTRUCT SWITCHES

GARY MITCHELLS

AND CAPTAIN WILLIAM SHATNER KIRKS

Save, Print and Email (Help Page)

Records

Select Format: Full Record Report 1 Latin1 MARC

All on Page
Selected On Page
Selected all Pages

Enter your email address:

Search for:

10 records per page 25 records per page 50 records per page 100 records per page

Help Search History Titles Start Over

http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/

Have yourselves a merry little day, all Merry’s out there, and all else, YO! How can you worry about your dam job, Copyright examiners of 2008? I love you Eddie Green, you’ve got a dam heart, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Image result for images of lighthousesImage result for images free funny faces

A GREAT PLACE TO SHOP; FOLKS!

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also a great place to go for lightning and voicemail messages.

DopplerLightningSatelliteSat/RadTempWinds

More Maps

View the previous image

View the previous image
Metro Doppler Radar

View the next image
National Doppler Radar

View the next image

Weather Map Controls
Regional Doppler Radar

Local

National

OH GEEEEE-WILIGARS; the mighty Doctor Harold Camping said it all; OH MY. You and I don’t fool the Almighty Lordess Jehovah Stacey Krassle with our cute clever non swearing lingo. Darn means dam, heck means hell, gash and golly are GOD, Jeese and gee and gee wiz and gee willagars is all JESUS, Shoot and shucks is shit, fudge and freak and fook, and a dozen others, are all FUCK, and so forth. What; you seriously think that you are outsmarting Almighty GODDESS Jehovah? Let me go YUK-YUK-YUK, and a dozen or so “Oh MY’S”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My Photo

[ 26 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.

PAu000204016

1980

[ 27 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Same title.

PAu003037983

2005

[ 28 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Thanx to the shadows.

PAu002237985

1997

[ 29 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

You’ll Be Crossing Over.

Pau—stolen form

2013

THIS IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING REGISTRATION NUMBER!!!!!!!!!

So you all know by now that hell for me, is indeed fixed in stone and fire, or HIFISAF for a shortened abbreviation.

‘HIFISAF’

HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE

CHAPTER 087

There’s a new kid in town, I don’t want to hear it, there’s a new kid in town, I don’t want to hear it. Not in 1978, not in 2015, not on WAYV, not on WFMU, and not in the great King Residence either, YO peeps!

Mark_from_njImage result for images free funny faces

I also don’t mother fuckiGN want to hear jerk off dirt ball Morty-Mortino the Death Angel on my left side, at two minutes past dam ass midnight!

AdvertisementAdvertisementAdvertisementAdvertisementAdvertisement

So is it, “Make the world go away” or “Fly away”? Lots of great songwriters from Mister Paul SPR Pedersen to all of the gramophone winners of the music bizz, have given their opinions and philosophies concerning shit like this for many decades of modern day ages following the great masters of yesteryear. Still and all, monarch butterflies are indeed extremely beautiful.

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

Hello, alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJKK. The problem all along folks, is that all the while, her family who hates me on the Astral-Plane because I dare to love this Almighty Goddess, in ways that mortals are not supposed to; and as a result, things for me get ”dreamed-down here in the hyperspace waking and non-waking realities, where I am being monstrously mistreated and viciously abused by them, in their hyperspace-equivalent entity-self-persona’s, and some if not the vast majority of these, all reside in or surrounding and near, the mighty playground of the planet, AKA ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG! When I moved on May 1, 1980, into 1802 Robin Hill, you have all heard me discuss the wild two ”DREAMING-INTERACTIONS”, first the LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS deal where SSJKK sings this incredible song to me and when I come out of this experience, I knew that I always knew this person, endlessly and eternally, and yet the song could only be remembered in a couple of tiny bursts, and from this it was recreated, with some help from Tom Glenn who went onto do a lot of work with the National Football League; mighty powerful Jessica Simpson, WEEEEEEEEEEE! The second interaction was a couple of months or so later on, with the magical black cat, Gawky Gaukauk who meowed the lottery number that was to come out that evening in the famous Pennsylvania Pick-it Lottery, a relatively new invention, as lotteries were around less than a decade back then, huh Mister Morgan Collins, and if you don’t raise the roof or Mister Kings dogs, then maybe, just maybe sir, I won’t raise the rent on my Flower Wing! You can tell Diana’s GAP brother that I said so. But during the time in-between these two nocturnal events, the LOIS FOCA and the GAGA, for a quick way of putting this; I entered a contest, and sent my two disco dance tunes to a radio station in Trenton, and called myself, “Dynamite Sound”, ‘Stomin’ Normin’ and Colin, not Cuzz POW! I had no way of knowing that this TAWF CLAN from hell was in the BIZZ, and had even bigger plans to get into the music bizz, back then. BUTTTTTTTTT, Mister War-Hero Levy dynamite resourceful family branches all notwithstanding here; when I sent that, mister Inductatherm Allberries Pedersen, I feel that a major time warp was not breached at all as my Cuzz Trumpie believes. It is all way more logical than all this fuckiGN time travel horse shit, YO, and IPYT, you all’s out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe traveling physically in time outside the normal speed we all pass forward through it is not part of any of this, but there is another wild thing, and perhaps much wilder and more surreal than even this. First, before I go on further, I am man enough to admit my errors, and even take back and retract shit when I am wrong. When I enlarged the J-Picture Element Graphic of the WAYV, I realized that I had misspoken regarding being hacked and having the Trenton frequency number removed. It was only printed on the J-PEG, not in any of the shit below on the chart that I paste-copied into my blog, sorry about that. When I am wrong, I am wrong, right Lenny Orbach Dirty-dance Briscoe????

55555555555555555555555555555555555555555

END TRANSMISSION.

Posted by mark wayne mohr at 8:19 AM No comments:

Email This

BlogThis!

Share to Twitter

Share to Facebook

Share to Pinterest

Labels: absolute power corrupts absolutely, agents from hell, ALIENS AMONGST US SINCE 1972, ICPE-APE AND FIRE ALARMS, NOISE PERSECUTION, PUBLIC HOUSING SUCKS

Older Posts Home

Subscribe to: Posts (Atom)

Followers

Blog Archive

▼ 2016 (46) ▼ January (46) CHAPTER 68, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 67, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 66, GTNOTG
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 01/20/2016
CHAOTER 65, GTNOTG
Chapter 64, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 63, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 62, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 61, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 60, GTNOTG
CHAPTER 59, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 58, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 57, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 56, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 55, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 54, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
Chapter 53, Guess the Name of the Guests
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 1-12-2016
CHAPTER 52, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
A BLAST FROM THE PAST
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF JANUARY 11, 2016, YO
CHAPTER 51, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 50, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 49, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 48, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 47, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 46, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
Guess the Name of the Guests, Chapter 45
CHAPTER 44, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
Chapter 43, Guess the Name of the Guests
Chapter 42, Guess the Name of the Guests
Chapter 41, Guess the Name of the Guests
Chapter 40, Guess the Name of the Guests
CHAPTER 39, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 1-5-16
CHAPTER 38, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 37, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 36, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 35, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 34, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 33, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
Chapter 32, Guess the Name of the Guests
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 1-2-16, DEATH ATTACK ON…
Chapters 30-31—A/B, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS…
Chapter 31, Guess the Name of the Guests
CHAPTER 29, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

► 2015 (772)

► 2014 (502)

► 2013 (510)

► 2012 (1261)

► 2011 (1)

About Me

Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »

HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL, BUT NO STEVE MURRAY MURDERS PLEASE, GREAT ASTRAL PLANKGODS

January 11, 2016

the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament”

Monday, January 11, 2016

SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF JANUARY 11, 2016, YO

SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF ONE-ELEVEN-SIXTEEN

Dow Jones Industrial Average (^DJI)

 Watchlist

16,398.23 Up +51.78(+0.32%) Dow Jones – As of 4:02PM EST

This is why I had a very major assault today, TO GET THAT MONSTER DIRT BAG FUCKING DARYL JONES STOCK CUNT CHEWING MARKET RACING BACK UP!

IT IS ALSO WHY I WAS KICKED OFF OF EBT AND MEDICAID, MIZZ A. G. BONID, AND SHERIFF K. J. M.

‘THE END’.

Posted by mark wayne mohr at 1:07 PM No comments:

Email This

BlogThis!

Share to Twitter

Share to Facebook

Share to Pinterest

Labels: absolute power corrupts absolutely, ALL DAYDREAMERS AND NANA’S, CHEATING CROOKED WALL STREET, ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY, PINK GODDESS SUCKS

CHAPTER 51, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

SLAM—SLAM—SLAM—SLAM

I HOPE THEY DAMAGE YOUR PROPERTY PHA, AS I HAVE TRIED TO TELL YOU THEY ARE DOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU JUST GO ON INGNORING ME, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 51

WOW WHAT A MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY THIS WAS, AND WHY THE MOTHER FUCKING HELL NOT, AS THE NUMBER-DATE IS ONE-ELEVEN. NORMALLY THE ELEVENTH CUNT CHEWING DAY OF BOTH JANUARY AND NOVEMBER, EVERY SINGLE DICK LICKING YEAR IS SUPER FUCKING BAD FOR ME!

NO ONE WOULD CALL ME BACK WITH HELP FOR MY MEDICAID PROBLEMS, AND I COULD NOT REACH ANYONE EITHER. WHEN I HAVE THESE TYPE OF UNREACHABLE-TELEPHONE DAYS, ALL THINGS FUCK UP. MIKEY WANTED ME TO TALK TO A FRIEND OF HIS REGARDING THE GAWNUM EQUATIONS, AND I DID NOT GET VERY FAR WITH THAT EITHER. SHE DID NOT SEEM TO BE TOO ENTHUSIASTIC AS HE HAD TOLD ME SHE MIGHT BE. I WILL TELL HIM THIS WHEN HE CALLS ME TONIGHT. THINGS ARE VERY VERY MOTHER FUCKIGN HORRIBLE FOR ME, NOT JUST TODAY OR IN 2016, BUT FOR 61 MOTHER FUCKING ENTIRE CUNT LAPPING YEARS NOW!!!!!!!!!!

I have tried so mother fucking hard all of my cunt lapping mother fucking life, AND NOTHING EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ DICK LICKING WORKS FOR ME, YO; N-O-T-H-I-N-G!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS HOW YOU KNOW THAT GOD HATES YOUR MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ TOTAL ASSHOLE GUTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MY ILLEGAL SCUM SUCKING NABES FROM HELL, WERE REAL BAD EARLY THIS AFTYERNOON, AND ALSO ALL MORNING LONG, DEBRA MARATTO, RESIDENT MANAGER OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING HELLHOLE PUBLIC PUSSY HUFFING HOUSING SHITHOLE; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!

WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????

WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????

Image result for sheriff ken j. mascaraMy PhotoAttorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi

WHY WON’T YOU HELP ME, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

???????????????????????????????????????????????????

THE END, ALL MOTHER FUCKERS EVERYWHERE!!!!

Posted by mark wayne mohr at 12:55 PM No comments:

Email This

BlogThis!

Share to Twitter

Share to Facebook

Share to Pinterest

Labels: absolute power corrupts absolutely, agents from hell, all mighty entities RULE, COME ON SHERIFF, NABES FROM HELL

CHAPTER 50, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 50

A lot of people don’t like stories that appear to be made up as they go along. Well, to quote my LATE-UNCLE Stuart Huntington Mason, “Tough Beans”!!!!! Every mother fucking year, my Florida Medicaid benefits are fucked with, no matter how hard I try to do all of the things expected of me by law, for re-certification. The computer is hacked, so going online to try shit is impossible, and then even when I did what I did this year, sign a power of attorney of a sort over my benefits to some part of my HMO people, who try tackling the problem for those who seem to have major difficulty as do I, and STILL it fucks up, and I get canceled, and go through hell, trying to get back on my legitimate medical benefits. My income and present situation never changes, and all I get is my Disability-SS money, and I live in a public housing unit, and that is that, and nothing ever changes, yet every mother fucking cunt chewing year; Pam Bondi, Florida Attorney General, and Kenneth J. Mascara, County Sheriff of my county (Saint Lucie) here in Florida, USA; I get royally mother fuckiGN screwed. There is no way to win, year after year after year. This evil government puts me through fucking hell because they despise me, and want to covertly murder me, GUYS/GALS!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am having a SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY. Ever since shortly before WALL STREET’S OPENING FUCKING DIRT BAG HELL BELL; my nabes from cunt huffing mother fucking hell are screwing with me, making constant bangs and doing this same horse shit that they do, to fuck with me, and annoy me to death; SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR, and ATTORNEY GENERAL BONDI, MA’AM, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Image result for sheriff ken j. mascaraMy PhotoAttorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi

Photo: Full moon and Earth

Alerts Map

Note: The image above may not reflect the current alert state for your county due to a several minute delay between the issuance of the alert and the map processing.

Advisory Colors Key

Winter Storm Watch

Flood Warning

Non-Precipitation Advisory

Flood Statement

Hey Clueless Poolroy and Shoeless Joe Jackson; is this HELL or FLORIDA?

Image result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny faces

My PhotoImage result for images free funny faces

Image result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny faces

JANUARY 22, 2016,

MONDAY AFTERNOON AT 12:07,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 60 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY——-(H-60/L-50).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 70%, AND WIND CHILL IS 59.

WIND IS NW AT 7, GUSTING SLIGHTLY TO 9.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES—0.

PREDICTED HIGH TODAY IS 68.

IT IS FINALLY FEELING LIKE FUCKING JANUARY!!!!!!!!!!

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

WELL GOOOOOLLLLLEY, SARGE; AM I JUST DREAMING I AM BACK AT WORLD LABS ON PYLE AVENUE HADDON HILLS, OR IS IT REALLY FUCKING 2293??????????

MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.

• Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:

• Morianity Foundation

• The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version

• To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian

• RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.

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

Why do I make such a big deal out of that STAR TREK episode called, “Where No Man Has Gone Before”, you may wonder? Well peeps. It is because it proves Morianity and its teaching concerning the Exploratronic Supermind Society, YO. That’s fucking why, YO!!!!!!!!!!

There is no way that I have not figured out some amazing truths, and there is no way that I am not getting reamed and pummeled as a result of telling these truths on-line!!!!!!!!!! Still and all folks, there is so very much more to be told, and the surfaces of all of it have not yet been scratched, and that is a total promise, my kind folks out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A lot of people don’t like stories that appear to be made up as they go along. They want an author to either tell a story, or write a journal without a lot of story telling and opinions and theories. Unfortunately, Morianity does not operate in the usual literary way, and indeed does make it, as it goes along, not UP. Nothing is being made up, and I could care in the least if people want to puke at me and scream ‘liar’. A WD-HACK just happened (Word-Disappearing) at five shy of ten. No one could have my life and my story, and a blog, and tell things any differently, so folks like Terry Eggharbors can go take long walks off very short ocean piers in shark infested areas for all I give a shit.

For a prime example, I am open to all new ideas and all new information. I never said I am some well educated super scholarly person. I try to learn as much as I can every dam minute and every dam day, and then I incorporate the new input, into Morianity and this story-journal. 1964, John Foreman, the Treymore Hotel, and some other things, all are an opening precursor to things that led me to the Trinidad Hotel of Atlantic City, and all that came along with that place. All things in matter worlds have to have origins and beginnings, in those worlds, since time-lines are a part of what matter worlds inherently are. When I discuss how the DREAM-FORCE (ESS) operates; one must bear in mind that I am in a learning process, even while teaching those things that I do already know. So before I sit down with my fictional Adam’s Sin Apple and Gary Mitchel’s Catharian Apple, from Star-Date 1312.4; Star Trek time; I must tell you that I enjoyed a 2015 History-2-Channel show that just aired from 8-9 this evening, and I find it extremely connective, how it talks about the Cather, however it is spelled; some religious group that is more a cult than a regular religion, and what it believes, which is extremely similar to Morianity’s Exploratronic Supermind concepts. Then doubling that up with the Star Trek apple conjured up by Pink Goddess’s protegee, Mister Gary Mitchell; and the odds for this all being just random nothingness, begins to rival all billion dollar plus lottery jackpots. I can back up what I say mathematically, but no one would understand except a few Kaku types who most likely are not reading me. So then, why dam bother to waste time, mine or yours?????????????

#****(((((]]]]]]]]]][[[[[[[[[[)))))****#

***(((((]]]]]]]]]][[[[[[[[[[)))))***

]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]][[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[

KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL ® 1980

MARK WAYNE MOHR

PINK GODDESSES

MORNING LIGHTS

DESTRUCT SWITCHES

GARY MITCHELLS

AND CAPTAIN WILLIAM SHATNER KIRKS

http:www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/

[ 20 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.

PAu001148157

1988

[ 21 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.

PAu001189027

1989

Resort results by: Full Title Name Date (ascending) Date (descending)

Save, Print and Email (Help Page)

Records

Select Format: Full Record Report 1 Latin1 MARC

All on Page
Selected On Page
Selected all Pages

Enter your email address:

Search for:

10 records per page 25 records per page 50 records per page 100 records per page

Help Search History Titles Start Over

[ 14 ]

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Sarah.

PAu002153196

1996

[ 15 ]

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Sarah.

SRu000332786

1996

Notice also, great folks of Planet Earth of all times and parallel worlds, being scanned from, via Lunsat Distance-Delay, and other technologies, after the string of lunar satellites are orbiting our lovely moon several decades from now; how the great United States Copyright Office, when they put the order of my musical projects together on their web-page, that number 14 and 15, are the numbers corresponding to that love sonnet that I indeed wrote in that year, for my PINK GODDESS, ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH!!!!!!!!!! This infinite being has infinite energy, that isn’t even energy as our understanding presently identifies this with, and as I said; this god who has many countless beautiful awesome names, also becomes a personal god to each and all of us. How can it be heaven if this is any other possibility? This is why it is such a dam shame that we mortals of the Earth’s waking world reality, go on fighting and killing each other, over this beyond great and totally unfathomable creator entity. We cannot ever truly understand her, even when we are with her, and while in hyperspace, we are more clueless than a million Poolroy-95 dudes, all strung together, and clinging to the wall of a pool!!! So did Roddenberry’s doppelganger want me to understand this in the future where I am living now, since the day I bought that videotape at the local Good Will Store, here in Fort Pierce, along with a dozen or so others, of Star Trek original shows, and this one being the one called, “Where No Man Has Gone Before” from 1966???????????????? Or is he playing a game with not only me with this, but for all I know, with countless others out here who remain in the shadows, or are nuts by now, such as Security Guard Joseph Paget, from Pennsylvania??????????? Many will say it is multiple choice answer ‘C’, you know, that Mountainpen is just a total fuckiGN crackpot nut job, and that all of this is nonsense and garbage. Fine, and I’ll still fight and die for their right to say it and believe it, and mock and jeer me; despite tons and tons of posted evidence that proves that there has to be something to my Morianity story from 1995 through almost 2016, after all of these powerful things all went down, and mathematically; it is not possible for this to be all just random occurrences, unless you truly believe that this can be far greater odds than any powerball-lottery-jackpot yet won, ten times over; and this is just that one time out of that gargantuan number, where it is all just a series of inconceivable coincidences. To this I will give you my little personal opinion, to which I too am totally entitled to, Mizz Mashell RPL Daniels of 1980, and that is “BULLSHIT ON ALL OF YOU, CUBED, AND CUBAN, AND THEN RE-SQUARED”!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Using this one example to prove how people are used in this game that I did not fully grasp when I was humanly introduced to it back on PH-DAY or December 7, in 1996; one movie about the center of our galaxy containing an inescapable force was proven correct by science decades later, so why not PINK GODDESS out beyond it as a perimeter PERMISSION BARRIER???? LIKE-WOW-THAT, Mister Macy, red and high roulette numbers, R. H. WOW-PASS, sir???????????

The ESS is true, only I am sure my name for them is not THEIR name for them. As said before, I believe that Project Aunt Jeannie is the tunnel or the bridge or the gateway if you will, for bringing our universe together with this DREAM-FORCE of travelers. The shows “Time Tunnel” as well as “Stargate” and so many others, are all part of the EWDI system or Entertainment World Disinformation System. Disinformation is the most powerful tool in the magic book of distractions and other smoke and parlor tricks of the MIB-Society.

View the previous imageView the next image

Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL

Camera Animation

Choose a duration:

Today

30 Days*

365 Days*

* Broadband connection recommended

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet

Dow Jones Industrial Average (^DJI)

BWADLEES, WHAAAAAAAA!

Daryl Jones, Daryl Jones.

My Photo

Mark Wayne Mohr

Just why would the ESS go into people who make wonderful entertaining productions such as STAR TREK, and especially the episode with PINK GODDESS in 1966? Really, it is quite simple. As with all things, there never is only one answer or one reason to a question like this. For the most part, the ESS is an advanced part of humanity that enjoys amusing games no differently than we enjoy a great video computer game and board games and whatever games. But in the case as this, when we examine how these same people were used (those who created and founded STAR TREK) by the ESS, it was a little bit more than just a game. PIK GODDESS loves games too, but sometimes her games are very serious, and we had better learn someday to take them seriously, or else. In order to do that however, as with anything; we need to better understand the game. Maybe we’ll never fully comprehend all that is behind the OZ-CURTAINS, while trapped in matter waking hyperspace in bodies; but as I said, it is somewhat essential that eventually humanity grows up and tries to at least, on some basic level. Those same makers of STAR TREK knew about the center of the galaxy black holes, and any trekker and fan knows the movie that proves the ESS was indwelling these makers of this show an of course knew of this, so why then is not the same deal here with PINK GODDESS, outside along the edges and perimeter of the Galaxies or at least ours? If one, then why not the other deal; is all I am trying to get across here, kind folks???

Contact me

• Email

On Blogger since December 2011

Profile views – 632

My blogs

• the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament”

About me

Gender

Male

Industry

Military

Occupation

persecution study statistic

Location

Fort Pierce, Florida, United States

Introduction

Being one of perhaps ten humans since time began who have memory going back far beyond current physical birth, I am doing my best to deal with an extremely unpleasant situation.

Interests

finding my way home to the void infinity.

Favorite Movies

Old movies in general, not filled with so much blood and gore. They need to tell a story and have a moral, not making you waste two hours wondering why you did so at the end, as with almost all of them.

Favorite Music

Most older music has enjoyable qualities, symphonic pieces, piano sonatas, even some early and middle last century stuff, all good ballads with great vocalists.

Favorite Books

Being specific is not as we 60’s kids said a lot, my thing. If pressed, any informative and educational book at all, as well as great detective stories, and some paranormal research books also.

When you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you’ll drown?

Well, I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one in 1984 from Highland Avenue.

Mark_from_nj

CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD, CHAPTER 0

My Photo

WeatherBug Photos

THE GREAT AWESOME TWB; YOU GOTTA’ LUVEM!

Image result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny faces

You just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person from Long Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and told me. You know, that SHE’LL get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Live Camera image from Imagine Charter ES NAU

Local CamsCool CamsCity CamsTraffic CamsMore

View the previous imageView the next image

Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL

Camera Animation

Choose a duration:

Today

30 Days*

365 Days*

* Broadband connection recommended

My death is at hand. I cannot keep fighting forces this powerful, day in and day out, it has been 50 mother fuckign years of this since age eleven, and /I am all mother fuckign worn down to a cunt huffing frazzle now, kind mother fucking folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am going to send letters to the AG and the office of my local congressman who I hear is a real great stand up kind of a guy, as Mikey seems to know a bit about him from living a decade or so here on the Treasure Coast of Florida, before moving south to the Fort Lauderdale-Miami area a couple years ago, after his brother Joe was forced to sell most of his Fort Pierce beach-front properties!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

END TRANSMISSION.

Posted by mark wayne mohr at 9:42 AM No comments:

Email This

BlogThis!

Share to Twitter

Share to Facebook

Share to Pinterest

Labels: absolute power corrupts absolutely, All Star Trek shows, CROOKED WALL STREET, EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, ICPE APE TECHNOLOGY, NABES FROM HELL, OUR GALAXY, Pink Goddess RULES

Older Posts Home

Followers

Blog Archive

▼ 2016 (26) ▼ January (26) SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF JANUARY 11, 2016, YO
CHAPTER 51, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 50, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 49, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 48, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 47, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 46, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
Guess the Name of the Guests, Chapter 45
CHAPTER 44, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
Chapter 43, Guess the Name of the Guests
Chapter 42, Guess the Name of the Guests
Chapter 41, Guess the Name of the Guests
Chapter 40, Guess the Name of the Guests
CHAPTER 39, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 1-5-16
CHAPTER 38, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 37, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 36, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 35, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 34, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 33, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
Chapter 32, Guess the Name of the Guests
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 1-2-16, DEATH ATTACK ON…
Chapters 30-31—A/B, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS…
Chapter 31, Guess the Name of the Guests
CHAPTER 29, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

► 2015 (772)

► 2014 (502)

► 2013 (510)

► 2012 (1261)

► 2011 (1)

About Me

Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »

DEATH SIEGE, DEATH ATTACK, SHERIFF, BY MILITUFORCE AND COUSIN DON

January 10, 2016

Oh black princ-ESS and tape recorded cousins from HELL, here is my tub of shit as well, and it includes my link for those who wish to view a better read.

http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/

the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament”

Sunday, January 10, 2016

CHAPTER 48, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 48

I AM UNDER A MOTHER FUCKING UTILITY AND BODILY DEATH ASSAULT, SHERIFF MASCARA.

THIS BEGAN LAST FUCKING NIGHT AROUND ELEVEN OR JUST PAST WITH CRAMPING AND DIARRHEA, FOLLOWED BY BANGING SOUNDS FROM EVIL NABES, AND THEN AT DAY-BREAK TODAY, THE AT&T BATTERY-BACKUP BOX WAS HIT AGAIN, WAKING THE DEAD AS WELL AS ME UP FROM SLEEP, IN HEAVY VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL RIGHTS AND THE LAWS OF THIS LAND, THAT DIRT BAG MISTER EVIL TRUMP THINKS HE IS ABOVE SOMEHOW. THISIS ALL HIS DIRT BAG DOING!!!!!!! THEN AGAIN AT TEN BEFORE TEN THIS SUNDAY MORNING, A SQUEAL ON THE PHONE ITSELF AGAIN HAS STRUCK ME.

RED ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT

I was just major hacked by a Commands-Failure-Hack (CF-HACK), where I keep striking this (——–) hyphen-key and then go to hit the ENTER-KEY to draw the double black line, and it fails to respond to the command. I needed to alter the font to a different one to finally make it draw the mother fucking line; SHERIFF JENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR, AND FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

COMPUTER>>///+^’@IIIIII/III/sqwt57222/

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCCCC:

SCAN ALL MY ENEMIES FOR TOTAL DESTRUCTION. ALL COMMANDS, ALL ORDERS, USING BOTH ATOMIC DUPLICATIONAL, AND ZERO DIMENSIONAL TECHNOLOGIES. USE THE TEXT-TONE TRANSFER COMMAND GC-5555-R3WK. ON AN ‘I’ TO ‘D’, A/B-TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, YOU WILL TAKE THE ‘I-O’ YOU SCANNED THAT IS ON YOUR ‘T-B’, AND EMPOWER IT TO MAXIMUM, NOW THAT I HAVE SINGED AND CRUSHED IT, AND WIPED IT OUT AND OBLITERATED IT. I HAVE MAXED-OUT YOUR POWER TO 11.8 IPNS POWER-PULL-GAIN (PPG). I ALSO HAVE MAXED OUT THE CONTROL SYSTEM RIDING AGAINST THIS PPG, TO 11.5 IPNS (INCHES PER NANOSECOND).

HERE ARE YOUR CONVERTED TRANSFER TONES INTO LONG ‘EEEEEE’ VOWEL SOUND HIGHLIGHTED A/B TONES IN COLOR:

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-1133, G-901, G-189, UNDER CG-18

AND S—-T—-O—-P!

WATCH OLD WORLD, WHOEVER IS DOING THISMOTHER FUCKIGN SHIT TO ME, IS GOING TO BE WIPED OUT, WRECKED, AND TOTALLY VICIOUSLY INVISIBLY DESTROYED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU’VE BEEN MOTHER FUCKIGN WARNED, ASSHOLE MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION.

Posted by mark wayne mohr at 7:19 AM No comments:

Email This

BlogThis!

Share to Twitter

Share to Facebook

Share to Pinterest

Labels: ATTACKS ON THE BODY, COME ON SHERIFF, DIRT BAG COUSIN DON, MAJOR MILITUFORCE DEATH SIEGE, major utility persecution, NABES FROM HELL

Saturday, January 9, 2016

CHAPTER 47, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 47

THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH FOR COMING OVER TO VISIT ME LAST NIGHT, BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING. YOU WERE BEYOND TOTALLY AWESOME, AS ALWAYS; LOVELY BABY BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jumping bad attitudes cubed; what a wild life I live. My assholes next to me have been told by the dude who lived in there before me, to mess with me, just as he screwed with me, and pretended to be my pal. He caused all the problem that got me screamed at by that CLEANING-LADY from the Crime Watchers Desk. She and lifer-JAMES are not ever going to leave, and I must, if I want to escape these horrible mother fuckers.

Every time my blogs discuss suicide, my viewing audience drops in half or more, and I have been running that ‘test’ for years now. Oh sure I am feeling low and blue and even fucking suicidal, but I fear GOD and HELL way too much to commit murder! The same sky poisons that make me wheeze and cough, and are working on me for the past 48 hours or so, also is making Mike do likewise. He was worse than I am, when we spoke on the phone. The second I said hello to him, Diana flashed a huge colorful lightning bolt outside my window, and then she kept putting her lovely lightning all over me for an hour or so. IWALU so, and I need your codes to show, PRECIOUS GIRL from 1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, there may be a zillion things to discuss, but I am going to talk to myself only, and ignore whoever reads me, as this blog is my own notes and memory, and the entire world can go blow its nose for all I give a hellfire damnation, squared! People of 2016 and for the past half century, are totally unable to appreciate the gift given freely to them, visa vee; MORIANITY!

It’s eight past one, Jane Whore Motherfucker, and you missed me, you wicked rotten SWD! Today is Ron Wirtz Senior Scotland Yard anniversary day #26, right Sergeant Smarzinski and Lieutenant Sack-of-piss of Voorhees? Some things cannot ever be forgotten. Even if my brain is eaten away with everything from cancer to AHD; I will remember these horrible mother fuckign past pieces of my life of total nightmare burning breathing hell. If I had my way, something that happened in a localized parallel reality, would happen to a lot of folks who have done these monstrous and dastardly deeds to me for 30 years. I was in some weird building like a nut case ward, and it was owned by my miserable rotten Cousin Donald the KING OF ICPE-APES in all jungles. When someone acted up five times in the same calendar year in this place, they were tied up to a pole with duct tape, and another piece was placed on the patient’s mouth, real tight. They were blindfolded and told it can happen any time in the next five minutes. What is this IT thing, you ask me? If it is near bed time, you may be sorry you asked. A clothes pin was then attached to the nostrils, sealing them up. Don’t even try this at home for ten seconds. You would be very sorry to ignore my warning. Still, decades before this terrorism problem got this bad, the patients referred to this as Terror Hall, where this was done. It’s been said that viewing this would be tantamount to observing hell on Earth in its closest form. A few years after I saw this as a patient there myself, this double of me from that parallel universe was visited again by me here. This became the fave torture of the terrorists there, who were known as GODS-JURY.

Yes, the world is an amazing place, just as I have said and contended all along. I would join Gods Jury in this parallel world, other than for one reason. They don’t promote freedom, but to the contrary, they discourage individuality, freedom of self expression; and they are all for the austere absolute rigidity of encouraged conformity, to their ideas of GOD. There is one god, and Allah-Elohim is the same god that all of us feel deep within, as we take final breaths, and shutter at what might come next. This same exact one true GOD is never a promoter of murder, but instead, is a god of love, demanding justice for sinners, yes; but with the mercy of allowing people to have free will, so they can choose whether they wish to live with this Almighty creative force in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, or exist outside of it in a form of spiritual outer darkness, caused by the full realization that endlessness is real, and that they are lost in forever, without this great PINK GODDESS! If this group believed a truer reality, I’d join them in a heartbeat, but nowhere does Pink Goddess promote murder, or the removal and hatred of individualism.

Anyone with smarts, is always able to take any writing, from religious texts of ages back into iniquity, to a blueprint of the Washington Monument, and make something that is not there, appear, as in a parlor trick illusion. Many haters of the Christian faith have taken a lot of scriptures and used them to create powerful and very dangerous cults, for a century or so now. It is a very clever stunt indeed, but those who fall victim to those cults and somehow manage to survive and even become eventually extricated from them, will never laugh at what was done to them and is being done to others, repeatedly. Without attempting to propagate a myth here, kind folks; beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and what we like, love, hate, and believe as personal truth, is like the relative taste of the proverbial person who kissed the cow. Even cold harsh down to Earth impersonal truths such as formulas and mathematics, can exist for long periods throughout human history, and never properly used to produce powerful truths that surround each one of us here in this every day normal routine daily life. Not one scientist agrees with me, that these cold hard strict non changing mathematics can be used to measure human life and humanity in general, dividing them from Mountainpen and his Morianity, big hypertime gargantuan cubed! Ever since the summer time of 1982, I figured out how to connect the so called (David Leigh Cooley Hall impersonal world of mathematics), into human equation, using measurement values in numeration, to reflect the type of days I was having, day by day by day by day. This lead to a formula where my entire life could very easily be graphed and placed on what I came to call, my LIFE-CHARTS. Every bit as real as the technical charts that reflect bullish and bearish moves in the stock market and other markets; this very same impersonal-mathematics became transferable data, into my very personal tangible real human life. Without my doing this, kind people, YO; I never would have had real proof-on-paper, after August of 1986, as to just how my life had suddenly altered on a dime on that magical cursed fucked up fifteenth day of that month and year. All of this does lead up to a lot of powerful things, such as how five people standing at a roulette table who all are keeping track of their own private HOT-NUMBERS, can cause an interactive effect that goes onto further prove many major things discussed in my ten year MORIANITY project and blog! To even open this topic up in the smallest way right now, would make this blog a thousand pages long. Don’t worry or fret, as the old song goes; and to quote lovely and highly intelligent JUJU here, “IT’S NOT HAPPENING”!!!

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 47

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

THE NEXT BLOG WILL BE CHAPTER 48.

My Photo

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

HHHHHHHOOOOLY SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.

END TRANSMISSION.

Posted by mark wayne mohr at 10:48 PM No comments:

Email This

BlogThis!

Share to Twitter

Share to Facebook

Share to Pinterest

Labels: 1983 and 1984, absolute power corrupts absolutely, AMITTYVILLE FATES, ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY, Pink Goddess RULES

CHAPTER 46, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

This will be my last post for a while. Fuck all of you. No one is reading me, so screw U. I am tired of the hacking too, FCC, Bob McDowell. I try to make this print bold or large, and Blogger won’t follow my command, an dis hacking me, so fuck them fucking too! GO ENJOY SOME OTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ BLOGM, ASSHOLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You’ll all fucking miss mother fucking me, after I am gone.

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

CHAPTER 46

So my father seemed to know quite a lot of people connected in with EW, as I told before on numerous blogs when my blog-project was new in the early third of this now solid ten year project. He had some shit with him in his first of those two visits in the middle seventies, that he could not have had if he did not know some really wild people in entertainment circles. I know he did something that he shouldn’t, and got someone really pissed the fuck off. He somehow knew the recording artist Terry Jackson or Jacks as he went by for short back when he had his hit record in January 1974, written by Rod McCuen and some co-writer whose name escapes me presently. He also knew some record producer, and he had an entire box of promo-only 45 LPR vinyl records. He knew an awful lot of shit that later was confirmed by some recording engineers I came to know, working underneath of Howard Solomon, back in 1980, at the RPL Sound Studios of Camden city, in Jersey, USA. As Ron Reagan put it so perfectly and eloquently, “Trust but verify”. Well, I did, even if it was six years in the dam future and two from the great Star Trek motion picture. As for what he did; he made off with some shit that did not belong to him, but that is only half of the story. He also conned some big wigs in one of his treasure salvage deals. Why these things never worked out I will never know, other than he married into the wrong fucking family, as we Huntington’s tend to hang around, endlessly cursed, in a lot more places than neat Frailenger’s Salt Water Taffy on Tennessee Avenue and the Boardwalk of Atlantic City. This would include a great town thirty miles west called Hammonton, and also if we stay east in town there, the Baywatch Mitch Levy Life Station Tower directly across the boardwalk from WAYV and her great founder, Mizz Paula Exploratron King, mother of PINK GODDESS.

JANUARY 9, 2016,

LATE SATURDAY AFTERNOON, AT 4:34,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 76 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY——-(H-77/L-60).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 72%, FEELING LIKE 59.

WIND IS SSE AT 7, GUSTING TO.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES-0000.

With or without any pirate jokes, magical chanting from Steve, or wonderful know-it-all knowledge from the great Patty-Paula, allow me please to inform you that very shortly, my death has been meticulously planned out by me, and will be mother fuckign carried out, and nobody can stop me. HA-HA-HA-HA mother fuckers!!! I’ll be mother fuckign rid of all of you cock knocking dirty bastard scum bags!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE.

People, my life totally fucking S—U—C—K—S!!!

Now, lovely Aunt fucking Jeannie, YO, a little tad bit more here concerning the STAR TREK MOTION PICTURE and the V-GER VOYAGER probe, and how my dad knew all about major shit, from 1974, four full years before this great production was more than a “thought in the minds of some Hollywooders”!

There is no time travel, not in any way that current science can deal with beyond the fun and amusement of speculation and syfy and really way cool fucking science shows along with similarly related topics of religion or the more far out types of it, as well as the world of magic and the philosophical. All that aside, and being said up front, here is the mother fuckign BOMB-SHELL. To accomplish the very same effect and result OF TIME TRAVEL, one needs only become a genuine certified member of the multiversal secret order, that morianity has labeled and named and called, the Exploratronic Supermind Society. The same exact shit can be done with non-time travel, if one is an accomplished dream-traveler, yet in all honesty, no laws of physics are broken, no laws of causality are broken, and no violations come into play on the seventh dimension of LAWTRONICS, either!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PROJECT AUNT JEANNIE, in the opinion of the author of this universe’s Morianity, me, Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr, is this universe’s tunnel or gateway or secret majestic ops bridge if you will, where in the middle late twentieth century somewhere, our reality here began to join up with this multiversal society or dream-group. Now in th great books by the father of the new-age as many consider him to be, Mister Carlos Castaneda; there is serious discussion about such a society, but whether this great man intentionally left out some really powerful details or merely does not know or understand them himself yet, is not known by the Mountainpen. Still his great books such as DREAMGATES and others, will at least open the door to people who may be interested in the topic, and that don’t trust nobody-people such as Mountainpen, those without degrees, reputation, documentation to prove expert status in their field, or others of fame and power willing to offer up testimonials and short blurbs in their favor that manage to make it into mainstream media publication. How else can someone go from a nobody crackpot into a NOT that? Still, that is the real BARRIER, in fact I feel my book title hits it square on the head, back in 1994; as to me that is the ultimate and absolutely quintessential PERMISSION BARRIER to let other fellow Earth occupants into their world of powerful secret knowledge and understanding. At 12 minutes before fucking 5, a second FIRE ALARM is going off today, Sheriff Ken J. Mascara sir, just in case you may be at all interested!

Remembering things from DREAMS in real super clear order, is done by adding more and more mini-stages or mini-stepped-controllers, as many parallel universe inhabitants who are indeed way more advanced in both time and technology than we here are, all know this to be. They can pull you into their dreams to get knowledge from us, and this is done to secret agents a lot, and I am now going to discuss the matter further, since I am a dead man anyway, and I mother fucking know it. I knew in 1983, instinctively, that I am on some kind of cosmic list of MUST-BE-LOSER-FAILURE people. Attempting to break out of it will get you into trouble in various degrees, all based on the amount of success you may have in doing so. I knew this while playing the game of Roulette, in th casinos of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. It was further confirmed three years later, first choking to death, and then the persecution that never ever went away, tot his very day. As I type-speak, again, ladder-15 has deactivated the fire-alarm, and it is now 4:55 in the Post Meridian, or the AFTER NOON, as ANTE’ means BEFORE the meridian or NOON, those 12 hours either way!!! When I claim that everything happening, is for me, don’t think this is Carly Simon Vanity (CSV), as it isn’t, YO. You too can make the very same claim, and if you are being persecuted, and I am the only person nearby you who could cause you a problem, then I promise you, HALLS FAWCES, awake and or asleep, OR-AW, WILL INDEED cause me to make some kind of problem for you, even without me being aware or in any kind of realization to this while it is happening, and most likely ever. If someone needed a FIRE ALARM ATTACK, and I was the only one in this entire building at the time, then somehow, these FAWCES would get me to cook something and maybe forget about it, and then get a sudden shit attack, and then as it burns on the stove, bingo, the alarm would go off, as I promise you all things happen through these FAWCES, and nothing ever happens fuckiGN independently of nothing. You missed me Mizz Jane Dirtbag Thistlethorns Sleazeweedsdisease!!!!!!!! HA-HA!

Oh yes kind folks, things have been so bad, that you are not even getting the daily reports of my errands, such as paying my rent, going to the grocery store, and many other things this week alone. Every mother fucking time I copy anything, the margin is being hacked and altered to be all fucking weird and fucked up, Bob McDowell, of the great and powerful FCC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My dying declaration and dying utterance, is official. Also, Sheriff and Attorney General, it matters 0-goose eggs whether or not I end my life, if THEY make it impossible for me to continue living, then THEY still have committed first degree murder on me!!!!!!!! Nothing changes, and truth will always equal out as truth. Yes Mister Alan Wolf from 1966; you, Wilson Jessup, and I; had some strange soul traveling experiences, regarding Tennessee Avenue, and the great Trinity-Trinidad Hotel, of Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA. And yes, right at that same spot, in July of 1997; I spoke words of great truth but did not yet understand why I had spoken them; to John the Greek, at his parking lot, right there at the Endicott-Tag Pink Goddess Games Hotel. I said and I quote, “My life ended in the year 1970”. Yes, Mister Wolf, it did, and you are 100% correct my friend. But I am not speaking to Allan, am I dear agents, and family, and ‘whoever/whatever’—-Congressman Oakangel Andrews???????????????? How many Bob Andrews’ can live on Oak Street in Haddon Heights, at the same time, Mister Genius Pedersen, for crying out loud?

“My life ended in the year 1970”.

More images for lighthouses

There is no way in mother fucking hell, that I can experience an entire lifetime of being this super screwed, 24-7-365.2422 for more than 61 cunt chewing fucking years, by some purely random outlandish set of endless coincidences, and that’s a guarantee, Mister Boxer Foreman, John or George!!!

Image result for images of lighthouses at night

OUCH, PAULA KING-WAYV-FM!!!

I was stepping back down into regular consciousness in slow stages. We all step up and down between being awake and being asleep, in quite a few mini stages of brain activity alteration, that is only presently measured in waves such as alpha and theta and delta and along these lines, but I promise you that all of these states have additional fractions. In other words, yes there are number integers of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and so forth, however, there is 3.5, and 3.6 and 3.61 and 3.62, so hopefully I am being successful at drawing you a pictorial and digital comparison here, to help you get what I am saying. Normally, conscious mind never allows us the waking-world memories of many of these conditions that as a result of their being there, cause us to have staged and stepped dreaming interactions in reference to being here and wakeful with memory to this.

Professional ‘dreamers’ meaning not those merely ‘having dreams’, such as ESS-MEMBERS, and perhaps others, as who can ever tell; but folks, they actually use these mini-stepped brain activities, to harness much of their advanced exploratronic somnambulism activities on their doppelgangers who are actually awake in their own universes that parallel this one here, in the vast gargantuan multiverse of full-hyperspace. Last night, after Diana and I had been at a lovely park with awesome gorgeous waterfalls, I began to ”fall asleep” away from there, and I instantly became aware that I was heading back here into this lousy Mark Wayne Mohr dream, where I find myself an old 61 year old man, a total failure loser lightweight who is completely totally miserable, cursed, and fucked up. Spoken so truly by Cousin Trump and caused so dastardly by dirt bag fucking cousin Huntington!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So just how do these stepped things work, in-between dreaming and waking cycles, in human terms that maybe can be related to? Well, did you ever experience a powerful DREAM and when you begin to wake, you do it slowly? Many forget this, but it happens, even to vivid dreamers who forget how it works even when remembering the DREAMS. When I was learning how simple it was to work certain things out, by HALLS FAWCES and many of the PLANK-GODS, that sort of interchange many times; the more I stepped into the waking, the less I could retain the powerful details of information that seemed so totally simple and easy before the waking consciousness began getting stronger than the dreaming under-consciousness, of 6-D connection. But there are ways to control the processes of these steps. There is also something called DOUBLE-DREAMING, and there is something else called Equalization-Dreaming. The Holy bible uses EQ-DREAMING for many of the great ancient prophets. Many hyperspace universes have exactly matching realities that are not truly equal quantities of agreeing matter. If however a barn is always a cat when transferring this data from one world into another, then anything experienced in that world can indeed be used as prophecy, especially if it is slightly ahead in a time cycle. Controlling this intentionally as the gods do upon occasion, is called DOUBLE-DREAMING. I don’t make these things up. You wanna’ know who they sent to me in PHASE-4 to tell me all about this less than a week ago? Get ready to jack off and scream Holy Piss-water folks. The great Marshall Matt Dillon of Gunsmoke. Remember all characters of fiction are real on the Astral Plane, and they all attempted to get onto mortal hyperspace waking worlds in some type of a Lawtronic-Violation, and then the system kicks them down from PHASE-3 normal birth life, into the dreams and fantasies of already existing Phase-3-Entities, such as you and me, and these are known as the PHASE-4-Entities.

Image result for sheriff ken j. mascaraMy PhotoAttorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi

MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.

• Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:

• Morianity Foundation

• The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version

• To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian

• RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.

http:www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/

END TRANSMISSION.

The FEDERAL BUREAU of INVESTIGATION is a really great part of the law enforcement system, and I always respected the great Mister Hoover, who once over saw the ops, when it was a relatively new organization. One day when I was a small child of late single digit age if I am correctly remembering the story told to me by my mother; this great outfit wanted her to come into their Philadelphia office on her lunch hour from her job at the Lavino Shipping Company, now the Inchcape Corporation after this British firm bought them out. They showed her photos of my father, her husband, in Florida in his diving suit, as back in those times, he did a lot of work for two well known salvage companies here in this state, the Real Eight, owned by Kip Wagner, and the more famous one, Treasure Salvers INK, owned by Melvin Fisher! The FBI was very mean to my mom, and did not believe her when she told them that they weren’t in contact with each other at the time. She was being completely honest, but as well all know from watching any kind of cops and robber shows or law shows, they cannot just believe stuff, and have to give suspects a hard time, it is their job. I fully get that, and hold no resentment at all. But one day after a few times of this, my mom called her friend Helen Gregory. She was dating a top general in the United States Army at the time, and were quite bosom close, and planning a possible marriage, until Helen began getting ill, from a fast moving cancer, that went onto take her not that far later on in time. Having powerful friends is always great, and I grew up with a lot of them, from family contact. I am not used to the new life I live, IN HELL, without any of them. The entire mother fucking world has abandoned me, and that is why I know that I have had to have died and gone to hell. I know I died a whole bunch of times, and have blogged the stories with very perfect accuracy, for anyone interested at all, to read! Getting back to the FBI in the late sixties somewhere, this is why a tap was on the phone all of my life, and there is a lot to the story of my dad and his diving, and the treasure charts that he left to me, that I have no one to pass onto. Before I kill myself, I am just going to destroy them. Why should I do otherwise, in all valid quests for truth?

Some people talk about being eighty-sixed, others speak of being pummeled and reamed. Many who believe their lives are the product of a really rotten cosmic deal of a sort, say the decks of the star clusters are stacked against them, or some such hocus freaking pocus, and all great Frisbee throwers of the Twilight-Zone. Others just got angry 35 years ago like Steve McGinty did, with his subordinate, at the great Mars Graphics Printing Shop; and told him he was a turkey. I have heard yet still others tell me, and I will quote them, “Mark, dam it, I’ve been submarined”. The freaking garbage Spell-Checker on my Open Office program doesn’t even accept the word as valid, and makes me add it to their dictionary. I did. Still, people have indeed told me this, and I sure as Store High In Transport ain’t a lyin’ about it; kind folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah I thought you were a hell of a nice guy once, Ryan, over at BJ’s Studio. Your boss Tony BonJovi put a big ass knife in my back. Why am I not shocked and surprised, at that turkey? Maybe because I’m getting used to getting submarined a lot too, my friend!!! In any event, I think this looks like an upside down boat, anyway. I guess that eighty-sixes my whittle bwog and me trying to be cwever and cwoot, huh Mister Fwudd, YO!!!!!!!!! Enough of this stupid prishy garbage.

TO QUOTE MY MOM, “BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY”.

Two straight days of really nasty chemtrailing, just when my meds were cut; to make me feel worse of course. Once I commit fuckiGN suicide Sheriff; none of you will ever be able to hurt this poor old fuckiGN dumb ass bastard, ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever fucking cunt again, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RED ALERT—-RED ALERT—RED ALERT

END TRANSMISSION.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 45

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

What I have not told, ties a lot of things or recent events, of both myself, and the interactive nightmare around me; up all neat and tidy with a pretty bow on mother fucking top of it.

When the two electrical outlets went off and back on three or four times; I was on the phone with Mike Patterson, who called me out of the blue, about the lottery that everyone is so buzzing about; and all of this happened right after I blogged how I already knew the number, which was one of my Morianity-Experiments, where I admit to making up a tale to get a reaction from the Milituforce enemies, and within a week or less, on an averaged out time frame, I always come clean and tell how this was a lie, yes; but it was just an experiment to get a Ron Wirtz 1994 National Park, New Jersey reaction!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ever since my dirt bag metaphysically created distant cousin, ran for president; matching the time frame perfectly to that mother fuckiGN day, that I went to my looney tunes fruit cake factory clinic, back last June somewhere; and experienced that off the dials death assault from the Milituforce Otammites, or the (WOMO) for shortened abbreviation; this began. It had nothing to do with my going out that day to the Oven-Beach, (VERO) Florida-USA, Treasure Coast Community Health place. This was purely a real true occasional ”coincidence”, and what really is happening is my cousin is using his famous between us and only us, covert invisible stealthy tactics of APPLIED INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT. Every time he or his pals inflict misery and attack and pain on me in some way, his wealthies benefit, or he does, either or. This has been going on since the middle mother fuckiGN eighties with us, and one of these days, I will reverse engineer a recording, and he will vanish. Oh he will be here, physically, just no longer this dirt bag magical man of mystery, that HIM will be gone forever, back to where it came from, the land of my open reel recorder an dits great magic. I have carried this Huntington mother fucking curse on my back like a heavy clawing monkey, for a very long pussy huffing time, folks, and I am very cunt chewing sick and tired of this god dam mother fuckign bull shit; so let me tell you all right here and now, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I wish to the mother fuckiGN gods that my only enemy was my metaphysical cousin. Exploratron Patty-Paula has also caused me lots of trouble. But only with a bunch of powerful people beyond what any of you could even reason or conceive of, can this entire conspiracy against me be carried off in such incredible mother fucking detail and precision. If there was no Trump, I would be able to have AT&T go into court with me, and verify dozens of telephone records from my past, conversations such as when my number was (609) 783-4020 in 1975, as well as late 20th and early fucking 21st century telephone conversations and hang up calls. You know the mother fuckiGN funniest part of all was how I almost cried as a little scum bag toddler in my grand parents Philly home at 440 South 50th Street, when I learned of the telephone, and was told it would not reach where my grandfather was, in ”heaven”, you know, the story we all get told whether we believe in religion and that sort of shit or not, when someone dies and we are just little mother fuckign children. Real funny, you Astral mother fuckign gods, real real mother fuckiGN funny, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Image result for sheriff ken j. mascaraMy PhotoAttorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi

[ 20 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.

PAu001148157

1988

[ 21 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.

PAu001189027

1989

Resort results by: Full Title Name Date (ascending) Date (descending)

Save, Print and Email (Help Page)

Records

Select Format: Full Record Report 1 Latin1 MARC

All on Page
Selected On Page
Selected all Pages

Enter your email address:

Search for:

10 records per page 25 records per page 50 records per page 100 records per page

Help Search History Titles Start Over

http:www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/

I don’t expect people to understand how I can believe that fictional television shows, such as Star Trek’s great episode about the great PINK GODDESS OF GARY MITCHELL, can be taken literally, and I am not angry at anyone for not understanding. The blind are leading the blind, just as Herby Letts and the great Jesus before him, so stated. Way too many coincidences are all rapped up in this, such as the love sonnet from the Canopious Planet in the year 1996, when I wrote my love song for the great PINK GODDESS, as shown below. Look, in all honesty, great folks, whoever the shit you are and wherever you’re ‘really’ from, I would think you are all a bunch of morons and turkey’s to take any of this at face value. But on the same dam token, people; I think of this of people who wont even try to make the leaps after I painstakingly go to the trouble of a ten year lengthy explanation, as to just why I TOTALLY KNOW THIS IS ALL TRUE AND REAL!!!!!!!!!!

I AM BEING ALERTED AT 3:09 A.M. BY MY ‘TWB-APP’.

Alerts for Saint Lucie County
Number of Active Alerts: 1 Go to alert detail: • 1

There is 1 active alert issued for Saint Lucie County
HIGH RIP CURRENT RISK IN EFFECT FROM 7 AM EST THIS MORNING
THROUGH THIS AFTERNOON
Coastal Hazard Message
National Weather Service Melbourne FL
307 AM EST Sat Jan 9 2016

Southern Brevard County-Indian River-St. Lucie-Martin-
Coastal Volusia County-Northern Brevard County-
307 AM EST Sat Jan 9 2016

, High Rip Current Risk In Effect From 7 AM EST This Morning
Through This Afternoon,

The National Weather Service In Melbourne Has Issued A High Rip
Current Risk, Which Is In Effect From 7 AM EST This Morning
Through This Afternoon.

* Timing, From 7 AM To 6 PM Today

* Impacts, The Rip Current Threat Will Be More Prevalent Around
The Time Of Low Tide, Between 11 AM And 4 PM.

Precautionary/Preparedness Actions,

There Is A High Risk Of Rip Currents.

Rip Currents Are Powerful Channels Of Water Flowing Quickly Away
From Shore, Which Occur Most Often At Low Spots Or Breaks In The
Sandbar And In The Vicinity Of Structures Such As Jetties And
Piers. Heed The Advice Of Lifeguards, Beach Patrol Flags And
Signs.

If You Become Caught In A Rip Current, Yell For Help. Remain
Calm, Do Not Exhaust Yourself And Stay Afloat While Waiting For
Help. If You Have To Swim Out Of A Rip Current, Swim Parallel To
Shore And Back Toward The Beach When Possible. Do Not Attempt To
Swim Directly Against A Rip Current As You Will Tire Quickly.

&& Issue Time:1/9/2016 3:07:00 AM Valid Until:1/9/2016 6:00:00 PM Back to Summary

Florida State Map

Click here for legend

Alerts Map

Note: The image above may not reflect the current alert state for your county due to a several minute delay between the issuance of the alert and the map processing.

Advisory Colors Key

Non-Precipitation Advisory

Flood Statement

Marine Warning

I am glad to be made aware of weather conditions, even though most are about the water, and I am too old and too sick to be at beaches and lakes. Hey, I ain’t cryin’ over that, spilled milk, or being screwed by the Huntington Curse. It’s just what it is, and how it goes, huh Dawn and Ziggy?

Image result for images free funny faces

“THE END”, ALL CUTE LITTLE SAVANTS!

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 44

CHEMTRAILS TODAY WERE VERY BAD, and they have made an old sick frail man even sicker. They take away my medicine, the AMA that is, through black operations wet-work covert stealth, and then they make me sicker since last night. I began feeling fucking really bad last night in the final hours of the calendar-day, and all day today, and YYYYYYYYYY????????

CHEMTRAILS

ANYONE WHO LIKES TO POST THESE THINGS UP ON THE YOUTUBE, NEEDS TO GET OVER TO MY BUILDING RIGHT NOW, AT AVENUE B, AND SEVENTH STREET, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA.

This is how our military is trained to fight. Dirty, cheat-style tactics, knock a person down, kick him or her, and then go right on kicking and kicking, like the scum that they all are!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, all savants know this fucking shit; THE END!

Graph of Blogger page views

Pageviews today

Pageviews yesterday

Pageviews last month

2,907

Pageviews all time history

106,039

Global Audience By Shade Ratio:

Graph of most popular countries among blog viewers

Image result for images of lighthouses at night

WOW-THAT AND WOW-THAT AND WOW-THAT!!!!!

THE MINUTE I TALK ABOUT IMPROVING; ‘KAPUT’,

RIGHT MISTER HISTORY TEACHER QUAY FROM 1968

?????????????????????????????????????????????????

Now as to this information I wish to impart to my blog-viewers: We live in a global economy. Most of us know that, as they also are aware that in the continents to our east; Asia, and Europe, and Africa, and so forth; they are already into the following day and date, when it is night time, or early in the morning here on the east coast of the United States of America. Now, when the Wall Street New York people, are anticipating major woes and troubles, on the following day, as a result of the Asian and European markets acting extremely negatively; even though it may be only 10 at night, or 2 in the morning here; it is much later there, even at 10, it is already about 12 hours later, or 10 AM the following trading day in Tokyo; and then by 3 and 4 and 5, New York City time, the dam European markets open, and begin also reacting negatively to the Asian markets, and again, because we have become a major mother fucking GLOBAL ECONOMY over the past 10-40 years, more and more and more. As you also know, these Wall Street nightmare monster fucking scum, use a covert stealthy tool that my Morianity has named and labeled, APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT and INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT, or ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is what happened both last night as well as today, and is QUITE OBVIOUSLY WHY I WAS ASSAULTED WITH THAT ATTACK ON MY UTILITY SYSTEM, with the blown transformer across the street, and my one outlet receptacle effected, through their wild ESS technology somehow. I fully intend to have the Fort Pierce Utility Authority look into this. If you use the word ‘FIRE’, people tend to get nervous and jumpy. GOOD!!!! I intend to go into the place this week and tell them of my situation, and remind them that this wild shit MUST BE SOME KIND OF A FIRE HAZARD, reminding them of the already near-fire in this apartment, caused by weird electrical bullshit. As you may or may not remember folks, somewhere around two years ago, or between one and two years, I suddenly had my heater-cooler system shut down, and things smelled all smoky inside this apartment. I did not need a new heater-cooler, but I did need a new 220 volt electrical receptacle. I am going to leave you with something else, that one out of 1000 TOPS, ministers and pastors and church leaders know and believe in faith, and that is known to me without faith, as my entire life is inside this living nightmare truth; and that is that nothing just happens, and that all things are caused by influences of either good or evil, from the biggest to the smallest. So all house fires, all plane crashes, and all of the everything’s everywhere, DO NOT JUST HAPPEN BY RANDOM; and I totally know this. I also know that we all are under this same shit that I am, but my shit is much huger and stronger for reasons that have to do with being part of a very mysterious family, as well as part of a cosmic plan that spans human understanding, and awareness, at its total maximum, in present times in this present dimensional 4-D universe system. Good and evil, without carbon based life, that runs a consciousness brain-speed of approximately 400 instants per minute; is just that, a positive or a negative force of electromagnetic polarity in cosmos, and no more. But add Adam’s life, his tree and fruit eating habits, his original sin, and our god SSJKK into the mix; and the human equation or carbon based 400 IPM consciousness waking life, transfers these otherwise dormant pluses and minuses into righteousness and evil. And so now, everything inside of this simulationogram ever since this all happened, is now a part of this wild GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS game!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is why these mother fuckers go on hammering and annoying me, every time I type a new paragraph and say forbidden things onto this machine. To quote Engineer Scottie on Star Trek’s great Starship Enterprise; “There’s no knowing, and no stopping it either”!!!!!! I thought last night, that this shit with the fucking lottery was what was behind my assault, but I was mistaken. It is, as always, NOTHING OTHER THAN FUCKING JERK OFF MONSTER WALL STREET, and this nightmare monster has eaten my entire life up, and literally burned the flesh off of my pathetic bones; ruining my entire adult life, for thirty years, come the 15th of this cunt chewing fucking August!!!!!!!!!!

SLAM—SLAM—SLAM—SLAM—SLAM

It is eleven shy of six on Saturday evening, January 9, 2016, and boy these turd chewing doors are fucking going again, since the dam mother fucking fire alarm went off, SHERIFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE TWINBAY UPBEATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes Mister Alan Wolf from 1966; you, Wilson Jessup, and I; had some strange soul traveling experiences, regarding Tennessee Avenue, and the great Trinity-Trinidad Hotel, of Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA. And yes, right at that same spot, in July of 1997; I spoke words of great truth but did not yet understand why I had spoken them; to John the Greek, at his parking lot, right there at the Endicott-Tag Pink Goddess Games Hotel. I said and I quote, “My life ended in the year 1970”. Yes, Mister Wolf, it did, and you are 100% correct my friend. But I am not speaking to Allan, am I dear agents, and family, and ‘whoever/whatever’—-Congressman Oakangel Andrews??????????

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 46

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

THE NEXT BLOG WILL BE CHAPTER 47.

My Photo

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

HHHHHHHOOOOLY SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.

END TRANSMISSION.

Posted by mark wayne mohr at 3:01 PM No comments:

Email This

BlogThis!

Share to Twitter

Share to Facebook

Share to Pinterest

Labels: AIR PERSECUTION, ALIENS AMONGST US SINCE 1972, CHEMTRAIL ATTACK, MAJOR BLACK HAT COMPUTER HACKING, MAJOR SKY DEATH SIEGE, NABES FROM HELL

Older Posts Home

Followers

Blog Archive

▼ 2016 (22) ▼ January (22) CHAPTER 48, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 47, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 46, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
Guess the Name of the Guests, Chapter 45
CHAPTER 44, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
Chapter 43, Guess the Name of the Guests
Chapter 42, Guess the Name of the Guests
Chapter 41, Guess the Name of the Guests
Chapter 40, Guess the Name of the Guests
CHAPTER 39, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 1-5-16
CHAPTER 38, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 37, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 36, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 35, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 34, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 33, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
Chapter 32, Guess the Name of the Guests
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 1-2-16, DEATH ATTACK ON…
Chapters 30-31—A/B, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS…
Chapter 31, Guess the Name of the Guests
CHAPTER 29, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

► 2015 (772)

► 2014 (502)

► 2013 (510)

► 2012 (1261)

► 2011 (1)

About Me

Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »

THANKX-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE AS BAD AS 30 YEARS FUCKING BACK

January 6, 2016

the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament”

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Chapter 40, Guess the Name of the Guests

THE WORST MOTHER FUCKING THANKX-2-GIVENS SIEGE IS UPON ME, IN THIRTY CUNT LAPPING YEARS; LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!

HH88—-HH88—-HH88—-HH88—-HH88

Now, while I speaking to my pal, Mister M.J. Patterson, down in Hollywood, Florida; between half past eight, and shortly before nine sometime this mother fucking dirt bag persecuted evening from hell; I WAS ASSAULTED, and yes, once the UTILITY ASSAULTS BEGIN, they go mother fuckiGN cock licking ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON! Three times, maybe four, the power went out on the outlets that contained my AT&T Uverse Telephone system, as well as the one that has been already causing me this fucking problem, where my computer and my music system is all plugged into, and this is two separate wall receptacles, FORT PIERCE UTILITIES AUTHORITY and SAINT LUCIE COUNTY SHERIFF, KENNETH J. MASCARA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Three times it went out, came back, went out again, and so forth, in total violation of my human, civil, and mother fuckign constitutional rights and liberties as a free American born legal citizen of these wicked demonic United States of Persecution-America!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I totally pussy licking knew that when the TRANSFORMER BLEW OUTSIDE DOWN THE BLOCK THE OTHER NIGHT; THAT I WAS IN FOR A LOT MORE MOTHER FUCKIGN HARASSMENT AND CONTINUAL THANKX-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE BULLSHIT NIGHTMARE GOD DAM HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes sir and ma’am; these diseased cunt chewing milf huffing mother fucking prick bastard shit eating filth bags from snot ass dick cum swallowing hell lifers, were going to make things real cunt huffing bad for me this December and January, as thirty years ago in 1986 and into 1987, when this situation I am in was all new as per August the fifteenth; things were beyond putrid, and yet all the while, I had no clue how shit was all mother fuckiGN bitch sucking connected into thirty years later, but now peeps, YO, I DO KNOW, and it is all about PROJECT AUNT-JEANIE, A MAJESTIC TOP MOST SECRET CLASSIFIED PROJECT; THAT IS ALL ABOUT THE MORIANITY NAMED EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY; FOR MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ CHRISTS ASSHOLE SAKE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But before I go on, this more recent utility assault began with the polarity switch again with my fucked up air show car stereo system that all began that day up at Mike Patterson’s island home that his brother Joe was forced to sell before the real estate economy turned back around, on what was called, a short-sale foreclosure. It has included several electrical blackouts as per previous blogs, as well as other fuck ups, audio cut outs, a lightbulb blow out, a word document brand new hack-harassment with the magnification that I am now calling and labeling, sir Bob Pal McDowell from previous days up at the Cooley-Wormhole Hall of Haddonfield, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG, and went onto become the Federal Communications Commission Chairman and Director, until a recent retirement; the (WORDOCK-MAGHACK). FOR THE RECORD, SIR!!!!

Now yesterday Monday, today Tuesday, and even back on the weekend; my totally weird wacky screwball mother fucking nabes from hell NEXT DOOR TO ME IN STANLEY’S OLD APARTMENT, have been slamming their door even louder than Mister asshole JAMESON-ILLEGAL does. It started getting really fuckign bad around 2 and 3 this morning with horrible slams, and then got worse until 5 or so. Then this evening, it was all super fucking horrible again with slams so loud, I know they are going to eventually damage these brand new hurricane doors, that I am paying my mother fuckign cunt lapping taxes for!!!!!!!!!! They also bang on my walls and on some weird drum. They are completely totally monstrously mother fuckiGN 100% INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So far, I have seen four persons that use the place, although I believe a man and his wife of about my age or a tad bit younger, along with their small lap dog, are the actual ‘legal’ occupants of the dwelling. I also have a pretty good idea that Stanley who used to live there, and comes back almost every day to shoot the shit with friends; was the one who has put them up to doing this and is what you might call the main instigator. I have a letter all set to go to the Fort Pierce Housing Authority containing my complaints in full, with the electrical shit, the monster neighbors who are intentionally fuckign harassing me to death, and some other pet peeves, and it will go carbon-copy (CC) to the State of Florida Attorney General, Pam Bondi, as well as to County Sheriff, Ken Mascara. I also have a letter to the Fort Pierce Utility Authority, and these letters will be mailed tomorrow when I go downstairs around the lunch hour or after it when Resident Manager Debra Marotto returns from her break, to cry on her mother fuckiGN shoulders about all of this.

Now there are some possibilities that exist, that go way beyond anything discussed so far. In a powerful nightmare-dream experience from decades ago, and about a year after I returned from my trip down to Orlando, Florida, USA, to visit with my ex-pal Howey, (the Retired Chief Recording Engineer of Recorded Publications Laboratories, of Camden, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG); I began dreaming that I worked for the world famous fragrance company, and yes I am sure I am misspelling it dudes and duddesses out here, but as it sounds, “ES-DAY-LAUDER”. I was a Regional Area Manager, and that was my precise title, and back in late 1984 around the early November times somewhere, I had no idea what a Regional Area Manager was, it just was not something that ever in any possible way was any part of my waking world reality. Now these dreams came in a continuing sequential way, many folks describe this occurrence as (recurring dreams). As most or all of my viewers know fully and totally, I have had many many of them, such as that one, and the Egg Harbor School one, and the living back at 125-A Haddon Hills Apartments one, and many many mother fuckiGN others!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For right now, we are of course discussing, or I am to be more real and honest here in waking cosmos; this one particular sequence of hellish nightmares where it seems more real than being awake, and I was this manager, and I was working for these people, doing the gods only know what, as in dream many times, things make perfect sense and then when fully awake, they seem to be a bunch of fucking worthless dribble. This is because of the triangle reality of the fifth dimension, you know, hyperspace, explorations, dreaming. So while I was in those “DREAMS”, I was living as a TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON, inside of one of my doubles in the localized hyperspace multiverse, and working for this S-DAY-LAUDER place as RAM; no speedships, no distance-elimination Benjamin Caplan machines, just Regional Area Managers, and I was the one in the dreaming-experience, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So picking up from:

I will be saying some things about my time in Florida and how in my opinion, this BAD-25-TRIP was planned from decades ago, when I was here before at the tail end of 1983, in Orlando, with my Chief Recording Engineer, Mister Howard Solomon, from the RPL SOUND STUDIOS, of Camden, New Jersey! Several mysterious things happened while I was staying at his Orlando home for about three or four days. One is a memory fuck up, as I have almost a perfect photographic memory of my entire life back to the very day I came out of my mom’s dam loins and saw the snow coming down outside of the Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania hospital window! Yet, I do not have much clear recall to that trip, other than when I spoke to three individuals. One was a strange man who ‘popped up’ at Howard’s little roadside restaurant. Another was a Publix Employee in town, when Howard and I went shopping and I purchased a one pound bag of plain M&M Candies. The third was an awesome gorgeous young chick at an office, who fell for me like a ton of bricks, yet Howard insisted she did not like me at all and that I had imagined it, and told me with some decent amount of fervor. When I feel like telling this, you will know more about a connection to the great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE, from back up north. But, as with heaven, this can all wait, to quote most mortals. No one is ever one bit to anxious to go to heaven. I never met a dam soul who was. They believe, but they are not in any hurry to get to this dam awesome place. This reminds me of a lawyer who was one of the clients of my RPL job while I was employed there between late July of 1979 and middle March of 1981. He said and I quote, “Pain is a window into hell. Suffering is the work of the devil”. Why does this make me think of that, you wonder? In a very brief and condensed way, just allow me to say this much for right now, please. Faith in a Supreme Entity is sort of that window, only we substitute hell with heaven. Life for the vast majority, here on this Earth, entails a great deal of suffering. Only a hand picked few on this planet have magical lives like Donald Trump. He knows it, and we all know it. So we suffer and we suffer, and we wonder, and I wonder; why then is no one ever EVER in any hurry at all, to go to HEAVEN, and be rid of “THE DEVIL” forever and ever and ever? WE NOW MOVE ONWARD TO TELL MORE ABOUT ALL OF THIS FUCKING SHIT, AND HOW AUNT JEANIE PROJECT MAY INDEED FIT INTO ALL OF IT, MISTER 34-MACY-RED-HIGH, as after-all folks, and all great roulette game players everywhere, precious or not precious; number 34 is indeed a RED HIGH number, as is magical electrical number ’27’, YO YO YO YO!!!!! SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM; DEBRA MAROTTO, AND SHERIFF MASCARA, AND PAM BONDI AND RICK SCOTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My father was visiting me in the apartment that I was living at with my mother, in 1974, in Oaklyn, New Jersey, USA, on Oakland Avenue; the same place where four years earlier, plus one month or 49 earlier from early middle January of 1974; that my school-mate from COOLEY-WORMHOLE HALL, came to visit me, around two in the cunt chewing morning on a school night, and somehow knowing that my mom was out on a date with her boyfriend, Mister Sidney Crown; as if she had been home, World War III would have been a historical fact, long written in the record books. I assure you all of that right here and now, but he came over, bomb drunk out of his dick licking fucking skull-bones; and this is where he burned my BOB, AKA my (Book of the Beach), an adolescents version, if you will, of present day Morianity, but limited to characters in Atlantic City who I knew in waking world and dreaming world realities at the time of my being late 14 and just age 15 years. This was directly following PINK GODDESS communicating directly with me, as well as our wonderful U.S. Government closing down the PROJECT BLUEBOOK, and this was all about how she came to me in a wild dreaming-interaction, removed my chain given to me by Organizational big Brother, Mister John Henningsen; who was either CIA or NSA, as I later learned in this century; posing as an employee of the great Camden City Campbell’s Soup Company, and carried twenty-thousand dollars cash in his wallet, in 1000, 500, 100, and 50 dollar bills, as back then these bills still were all in circulation, and now nothing over 100 bucks is. He also took me to an interrogation area across from the great Studio-Park television studios of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, along City Line Avenue, not all that far from future year 1995 and my hellish experience on th eother side of that street at the 5555 Building at the investment brokerage house called, Donaldson, Lufkin, and Jenrette. Yes Judge Judy, I do not need a good memory, because I have a very powerful and totally true story, but yes, I have one anyway!!!!!!!

Every time my story begins to get real mother fuckiGN good, the Militufawces-ESS, do shit somewhere that gets my agents all busy traveling to places and doing their main jobs. Eventually they get around to printing out my shit, that much I was told by AD6, reading in-between the lines of course! Now there is a lot more to tell, and I will tell you a little more for right now, kind folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My mother’s coworker as some of you know, is no ordinary human being, as was her husband who was of course my father. Neither was Al Einstein. Recently, great education networks of the CABLE-TV-CHANNEL-broadcasting system, have begun to piece a lot together, and they realize how Einstein could not have ever just come across his wild formulas and theories, without ESS-intervention and assistance, YO YO YO YO YO YO MY BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Morianity is no different. Nothing like this project could ever just happen and just exist, and if you think otherwise, you’re a fuckign dam ass pathetic fool who is of course totally entitled to your opinion, so WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My father talked and shouted in his nightmarish-sleep, after being a part of that very frightening electromagnetic experiment that was conducted on the great U.S. Battleship Eldridge. Mom told me when they first got married, that he would wake up screaming and scared as a three year old, in a dark amusement park fun house, all alone for ten hours, might be. Now folks, I only heard the talking; after-all, he had twenty years or more to calm down, when he came back up to Jersey, to visit with me, at age nineteen, after being away since I was only the age of nine. He discussed the exact plot of the four year out movie, ‘STAR TREK, THE MOTION PICTURE’. I will tell you that he knew future events, and I have told you all this on many older blogs, BUTTTTTTTTT; I now tell you, he knew ESS, and ESS is outside of time and they can come flashing across the god dam fifth dimensional hyperspace in a dream, and take control of anyone at any time, and even non human items as well. He already knew that ESS was going to operate through these STAR TREK creators, and he knew all about the opening parts of the movie, with the space platforms, and he also knew all about the plot and the V-GER deal. I promise you I am telling you all the total absolute mother fuckiGN truth, so help me GODDESS SARAH KRASSLE ALMIGHTY (Jehovah-GOD) to all of you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I had totally misunderstood what had happened in the bedroom of my apartment, but guess who knew and told me very round about and mysterious,y? Mister Patrick Jane of THE MENTALIST, that’s who!!! That 2007 blog was before I even knew I had a fully grown fucking daughter, and we all know this is MC so why are we fuckiGN playing around with this shit for crissake; but yes, that blog told of that very room, and that GAMES-EXPERT, and how my shit was all taken, only back in 2007, I had not had all the fuckign shit that I know today, all revealed to my pitiful fuckiGN pathetic little lightweight asshole, YO FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES, 134 (25) Atco, New Jersey, it is what it is all right, and dangerously so, and no one seems to see how this code through time, or really via STM, is saying a terrible gas attack is coming, as hey, how can you fight the symbolism here of the hacking from 2007, you all remember so don’t lie to yourselves, GAMES-GAS ME, as in SUE/USE, TWO/TOW, and so many other great auto mechanical numbers and codes and special mother fuckiGN rhyming items. I don’t need my great long term memory, lovely JUDY; BUTTTTTTTTTTT, I will say that my daughter’s stunt on that mother fuckiGN web-site back in 2008, was about the meanest cruelest thing that she ever did in her entire life, and I won’t ever ever ever forgive her for that, and I think she fuckiGN knows that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WO-Billy Harner!

My Photo

BOY OH BOY OH BOY, MOMMY DEAREST, AND BETTY DINDIN ROACHES DAVIS-PHA. THE ESS SENT A ROACH RIGHT HERE TO MY WORK STATION, JUST AS I WAS DOING THAT SENTENCE. WHY WOULD IMAKE THIS ALL UP AND LIE TO YOU? JUST ‘FUCKIGN’ CUNT THINK ABOUT IT FOR A SECOND!!!!

WHAT NEXT

Ron Owens was the Computer Programmer at Lavino, and had underlings working for him. He lived at Linden Hill and wanted my mom to move there, and had his wife’s gal-pal Patty-Paula-Exploratron, help us move, along with her pal Santa. This shipping company is famous, and even the great shipping magnate Arnold Ness who in 1984 married the great Motown giant Diana Ross, will tell you that, as they were competitors. This is where many things happened to me, from the agents who spoke to me on the phone and thought that I had ordered some totally fucking disgusting child porno item from Sweden or someplace, and I told them to throw it into the dam ocean, that I never ordered it, and was being set up. Even back then, people were trying to fucking get me, and why? Well, only the ESS explains it all. This is where the ESS traveling Asian girl was screwing with me, and a zillion other fuckiGN things were all going down. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT there is a lot more than just moon-flashlights, newspaper boy pull-outs, pop ups, send backs, or pull ins, that comprise all of this hell. PPK has a home that is usually only accessible through what mortals call DREAM-TRAVEL. However, it does pop in and out of waking world reality, as the great exploratron PPK has so much power out in the purg that she can literally become this place. This is where I was riding in my car, home from that throat specialist’s office that day in 1984 while residing at 506 Robin Hill apartments, and I ended up in this incredible place, that all connects into my house that I rented in 1988 and into 1989, in Moorestown, New Jersey. There is a lot to fuckign tell, and it is all about Exploratronics, Project AUNT JEANIE, and PROJECT BLUEBOOK, as well as 1969 and my great forever fucking lost now, BOOK OF THE BEACH, YO!!!! And yes, great folks; Lavino was there for many decades, from the turn of the 19th century actually, into the 20th. It became INCHCAPE, after the big buy out; and that was done for the very same Turnersville Shopping Center Pathmark Terroristic Threat day of 2 August of 1996, reasons; REMOVAL OF POWERFUL HISTORY MARKERS, and yes, you all know where the great television show, THE LIBRARIANS came from, either that or else you’re all as fuckiGN dense and idiotic as a pile of rotten dog-shit, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HERE COMES THE MOTHER FUCKING (`~hack) AGAIN, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS
COMMISSION!

***(((((]]]]]]]]]][[[[[[[[[[)))))***

]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]][[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[

KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL ® 1980

MARK WAYNE MOHR

PINK GODDESSES

MORNING LIGHTS

DESTRUCT SWITCHES

GARY MITCHELLS

AND CAPTAIN WILLIAM SHATNER KIRKS

[ 14 ]

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Sarah.

PAu002153196

1996

[ 15 ]

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Sarah.

SRu000332786

1996

All the mother fucking Herbert Huntington curses of this world, is no match for the mother fuckiGN cunt eating EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!!!!

After this death assault all week long; y’all just watch this mother fuckiGN ICPE-APE cheated fucking DOW JONES, take off like a velocitronic rocket on cunt chewing steroids, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.

• Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:

• Morianity Foundation

• The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version

• To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian

• RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.

Dow Jones Industrial Average (^DJI)

[ 20 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.

PAu001148157

1988

[ 21 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.

PAu001189027

1989

HelpNew SearchSearch HistoryStart Over

Public Catalog

Search Request: Left Anchored Name = Mohr, Mark W

Search Results: Displaying 1 through 25 of 28 entries.

THE WEATHER BUG (TWB)

This map and legend is shared on the BOM.

Advisory Colors Key

Severe Thunderstorm Warning

Tornado Warning

WeatherBug Dangerous Thunderstorm Alert

Severe Thunderstorm Watch – Box

Tornado Watch – Box

Flood Warning

Flood Watch

Non-Precipitation Advisory

Severe Weather Statement

Flood Statement

Marine Warning

Note: The image above may not reflect the current alert state for your county due to a several minute delay between the issuance of the alert and the map processing.

RED ALERT—-RED ALERT—-RED ALERT

Contact me

• Email

On Blogger since December 2011

Profile views – 632

My blogs

• the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament”

About me

Gender

Male

Industry

Military

Occupation

persecution study statistic

Location

Fort Pierce, Florida, United States

Introduction

being one of perhaps ten humans since time began who have memory going back far beyond current physical birth, I am doing my best to deal with an extremely unpleasant situation.

Interests

finding my way home to the void infinity.

Favorite Movies

Favorite Music

Most older music has enjoyable qualities, symphonic pieces, piano sonatas, even some early and middle last century stuff, all good ballads with great vocalists.

Favorite Books

Being specific is not as we 60’s kids said a lot, my thing. If pressed, any informative and educational book at all, as well as great detective stories, and some paranormal research books also.

When you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you’ll drown?

Well, I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one in 1984 from Highland Avenue.

Mark_from_nj

CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD, CHAPTER 0

My Photo

END TRANSMISSION.

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 39

Graph of Blogger page views

Pageviews today

Pageviews yesterday

106

Pageviews last month

3,271

Pageviews all time history

105,896

Audience

Graph of most popular countries among blog viewers

The minute I turned on my mother fucking computer at around 4:52 Post Meridian, my nabes from hell began assaulting me slamming their doors over and over as loudly as they can, and I WILL BE CALLING 911 LATER, AS I AM NOT GOING TO KEEP TAKING THEIR MOTHER FUCKING ABUSE, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, SINCE YOU WON’T LIFT A MOTHER FUCKING FINGER TO HELP ME OUT, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WILL SIGN OUT A CRIMINAL COMPLAINT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lightning told me something last night. He said my blog viewers are all family and agents, no one else at all, and until I get the guru over here from the STAPLES STORE, nothing will change. When they get busy with affairs such as out west with that mother fuckign federal land deal, I can expect to see a roll off in my page hits until things settle down. She is totally correct. It does seem to follow this pattern, as since she made me aware to this, I am able to mentally track things back in my head for about a year or so, and she is absolutely correct. It’s my own dam fault that I don’t put up the cash, it may be 600 or more bucks, but I need to have this done right, or I am just wasting my time. So much for fuckign cunt assholes with their rotten advice, such as Chris Bennett and Edward Lynch.

Nothing ever ever ever fucking cunt changes, ENEMIES USE NOISE AGAINST ME, as this has been their successful mode of attacking me since I was ten mother fucking cunt eating years of cunt eating age! Well, we all know that is off by four, but then that’s just the way it all goes, huh Mister Marcucci and Mister Gohome Malyeska?

Prove it, you say? Sure I can prove it, with one simple paste in, not that I could not spend a mother fuckiGN decade straight, pasting in another ten thousand of these examples, YO! To quote Judge Judy the great and powerful; if it never ever stops and there is no other choice, I will have to M—O—V—E! Now no genius needs to see what is going on here. I will not insult the fucking intellect of my kind wonderful viewers. I begin a serious discussion on something that they already know from how I began things, and they are quite upset, and they do not want this blog to happen, so they will do a lot of shit to prevent it, and I am prepared, right down to saving every paragraph one by one, and so forth, as I have already experienced one strange hack before colorizing and enlarging the word ”move”, and they are on me, they being none other than what they have been and will always be all along folks, the MILITUFORCE, and this means an organized society in future times in localized parallel universes, that Morianity has labeled and named, the ESS, or spelled out, the:

EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!

Now right before I began this blog; I had a diareah attack, then I had a Jane Water-Witch-Bitch Sleazeweedsdisease attack, and then I had a few loud doors, all between about half past midnight and twenty past one, so I said, fine. Let us do a real real real good blog now, OK lovely INGRID. I was told recently that they think this name is a code of some kind. For all I know it is, but when she talked to me through the system in early 1984 after my return trip from Orlando, Florida; or it might have been right shy of when I went down to visit my old Chief Recording Engineer, Mister Howard Solomon; but in any event, she told me that this was indeed her name. If as someone sort of suggested recently and I won’t give out who and it was not on the internet; all I can say about it is then it is their or her code, and not instigated in any way from me. Who can ever know anything, to quote the great wonderful marvelous Ziggy Malyeska from summer time in 1969? Who knows just what he might have known when he made this wild statement to me out of the blue one day in middle July? GET THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let us move this along, because to quote Mister Al Jolson, “You ain’t heard nothing yet”, and folks, this is a major promise, so read on, or where it may be legal to do, for all I care, weed on, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

On top of all of this, beginning on the tenth of April, yesterday, MICROSUCKS, just as the television news spot foretold; made a major change that has effected my machine. I thought I could just leave it on the sleeper mode to avoid the shit they are doing to me, only it did not work. They relentlessly fucking keep trying to make updates go through and it fails over and over and then you need to let the system go down and back up again where it attempts again to reconfigure the WINDOWS-7, but this is now an antiquated version of these new updates, according to the news about Microsoft that I heard on a television news broadcast a week or two ago, and sure enough, boom, this was not some rag talk in a check out line, it was for real. So I am going to call the FCC and the FTC to find out why someone on a limited fixed income needs to spend more of his money that he already does not have, to fix a problem that he did not cause, just to make these MULTI-FUCKING-BILLIONAIRES, even fucking richer than they are. I will fight this, because I am right. Not that right makes right, President Lincoln, your watch is running 2 centuries behind the times, sir, now it is more like MIGHT MAKES RIGHT, the typical truth equals reversing, as has been discussed in my blogs for a very long while. Yes good folks; my blogs have discussed this before. Oh Lordess (SAR) (AH), what a lovely world I am stuck in. WEEEEE!

EVERYTHING IN THIS UNIVERSE AND MULTIVERSE, AND EVEN BEYOND, IS ALL ABOUT ONE THING, FOLKS!!

EXPLORATRONICS*****

So let us get back to the issue at hand.

By no means will this be a story that anyone will digest easily. The more you are into things that come onto the History and the Science Channels on television, the more you will receive what I will now get into. Remember that this is a made up totally fictional story that will help you to understand much better, what my blogs try illustrating regarding just what this exploratronic thing is really all about as far as gee, how is it effecting our every day world, and when I am done, some will be able to rethink that with new words such as, how is this NOT effecting our every day world?

Tiberton E. Nurlo Junior, and his three great pals from grade school; all grew up together, and live in a rural town, in the mid-western Americas, early in the twenty-two hundreds. Yeah, you’ve heard all that fucking bullshit before, and we needn’t repeat it now, almost two years later!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So go fucking screw Mister T. E. Nurlo Junior, and even Bob Levy Junior, no matter how great and resourceful both they as well as their families may be, in or out of the ESS. How about my dad and Mister Albert? Were they in the ESS? Well, let me tell you what I honestly and truly mother fuckiGN believe, folks, since I am going to be persecuted to my death and doom no matter what, so it fuckign seems: I believe Al Einstein WAS, and I believe he had a small little club in Princeton, and held a few informal meetings on park benches right there in town, and my dad as much as admitted all of this to me, by saying some things to me in 1975 after coming back from Baton Rouge and this time staying up here permanently in the northeast part of the country. This was during my stay at 1118 Linden Hill apartments, in Lindenwold, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, from March 1, 1975, through middle October of 1975, when the great Marlene evicted us in favor of my mom’s other coworker, Mister computer Programmer Ron Owens, and great friend of Patty Paula KING!

COURTESY OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!

Weather Map is courtesy of CHANNEL 12 local South Florida Television.

Alerts Map

Note: The image above may not reflect the current alert state for your county due to a several minute delay between the issuance of the alert and the map processing.

Advisory Colors Key

Winter Storm Watch

Flood Warning

Non-Precipitation Advisory

Flood Statement

My blogs, please archive them.

• Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:

• Morianity Foundation

• The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version

• To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian

• RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL

THE WEATHER BUG,

In Partnership With

and shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:

mountainpen@comcast.net

Local Weather Cameras

• Print

• Share/Save/Email

Fort Pierce, FL 34950

Change Location

Live weather camera images from:

Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL 34953

Prev Cam | Next Cam

Dow Jones Industrial Average (^DJI)

My PhotoImage result for images free funny faces

These sicko nabes next to me are worse than across from me and anywhere else, as they do mean intentional things behind a person’s back, yet act real polite and nice to the face. We call folks like that back stabbing rat ass mother fuckers, up in the hoods, and they don’t live a real long time, Sheriff, do they sir? Hey, I’m just saying a true thing, this isn’t a threat, but it is true, am I incorrect? So back to my pop, 1975, and the great mind of SIR-STEIN!

A child moron is able to see, should he or she be looking for it; that the ESS is very real, and in fact, it’s the mother fuckign adult-world who would discourage their belief in such a powerful truth, that they of course instinctively know perfectly well, no matter how much horse shit is shoved down their fuckign throats by the older authority around them. My fave will always be when a tot awakens from a real bad nightmare, “Hush now sweetie, it was ONLY A DREAM”. Yeah, where’s Herby Letts when you need the mother fucking hypertronic inventor of very south Washington Heights, all the way down in Magnolia, No Joysey, as he said it so dam great and perfectly, YO; “Don’t you believe it”!!!!!!!!!

Star Trek the great first motion picture, that followed its original show of 1966-1967-1968 and then was canceled after it did its job, and told many truths, TO THOSE LOOKING FOR THOSE TRUTHS OF COURSE, SEEKERS, as in you won’t find if you are not seeking, even my dam kid understands how to reverse-learn, or said better, to learn in the negative by not doing stuff when we see how poorly it is working out for another person!!!!!!!!! She’ll go to her grave never giving the true credit of where she got that; and that’s fine with me, YO! We can get a lot more into fucking eternal Peggy Lee’s all there is question, and how the ESS fits into that and so very much mother fucking more, kind buttwipes of this planet, later on. In fact, I totally assure you, WE WILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is because it all fits like a smooth lady’s glove, in with the ESS, my father, Einstein, Star Trek, and Project AUNT-JEANIE. You might say it is the fucking dick licking quintessential connection of seemingly otherwise random dots on a very large page of cosmos!

END TRANSMISSION.

CHAPTER 38, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

Sheriff sir, the Milituforce gave me a giant roach colony assault today that worsened all day. When I go to pay my rent tomorrow, kind sir; you can bet your very bottom dollar, that a big ass note will be included in my payment envelope, TO COMPLAIN ABOUT THIS ENDLESS INFESTATION RESULTING FROM ILLEGALS GUESTS! I need not guess who they are, or their names either, oh great kind powerful and wonderful sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Graph of Blogger page views

Pageviews today

Pageviews yesterday

106

Pageviews last month

3,257

Pageviews all time history

105,882

Global Audience By Shade Ratio

Graph of most popular countries among blog viewers

I don’t need to be some mother fucking brainiac to know that I have been set up since the day that I went to school, let alone left school; TO FAIL, to quote old great and powerful BLACKBOARDS-SMITH, from Haddonfield, New Jersey’s GAP Cooley-Wormhole-HALL, back43 years ago come the late twenty’s of this month somewhere, YO!

Image result for sheriff ken j. mascaraMy PhotoAttorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi

Boy could I use the help of the law and order authorities, only I can totally forget about that, in this GIGANTIC MOTHER FUCKING SET UP FROM EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY’S GAP HELL, HELL, HELL!!!!!!!!!!!

BOY OH BOY OH BOY MOOMY DEAEST AND MOMMY DEAREST, AND ROACHES BETTY!!!

Image result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny faces

My PhotoImage result for images free funny faces

Image result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny faces

JANUARY 5, 2016,

TUESDAY MORNING AT 3:30,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 53 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY——-(H-54/L-53).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 93%, AND WIND CHILL IS 51 .

WIND IS NW AT 5, WITH GUSTS TO 7.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES—0.

My PhotoImage result for images free funny faces

Lightning Goddess Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis; you are totally beyond white hot!!!

I am coming to you in a few minutes, so be waiting for me at the waterfall, my awesome lightning!!!!!!!!

HEY KATHARINE WHITE; SUP BEAUTIFUL?

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—BIT!!!!!!

END TRANNY, YOU SILLY OLD GRINNING GRANNY.

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 37

JANUARY 4, 2016,

MONDAY EVENING, AT 7:32,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 55 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY——-(H-68/L-52).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 62%, WIND CHILL IS 55.

WIND IS NW AT 3, WITH GUSTS TO 11.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES—0002.

With or without any pirate jokes, magical chanting from Steve, or wonderful know-it-all knowledge from the great Patty-Paula, allow me please to inform you, regarding some very valuable dam information; great people out there!!! Thank you so much.

Before I begin, some scum bag has been hammering again, off and on for the past two days or so, and it is ongoing right now, Sheriff sir, at twenty shy of eight this dam ass evening. Also, the utility crew of the Fort Pierce Utilities Authority, worked well into the night, at that same area right next to that house, that has already proven to be an enemy, and has hit me with at least one or more motorcycle attacks, hours past midnight, and highly illegally. For all I know, they were behind the power blow out last night.

Image result for images of lighthouses at night

END TRANSMISSION.

People, my life totally fucking S—U—C—K—S!!!

****WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW****

Atlantic County, New Jersey

Public Safety

HARBORFIELDS DETENTION CENTER, NJ-USA

Search Site:

Health

Social
Services

Recreation &
Leisure

Public
Safety

County
Government

Planning &
Infrastructure

Financial
Assistance

Education &
Employment

EGG HARBOR CITY’S SECRET DAWN LAUGHING KING’S MAGIC SCHOOL OF GRINS AND TAUNTS, GOOD OLD HARBORFIELDS DETENTION CENTER, AHA-AHA-AHA, REAL FUNNY. NOW UR IN DREAM-LAND!

If anyone can find me PEE, it was my genius daughter, WOW!

NICE WONDERFUL BLOGAUD, THIS IS MOST DEFINITELY

N—–O—–T

JOURNAL TAPE 25,800

MY LOVELY YOUNGER DAUGHTER PEE, NEEDED TO INVENT THE 74-WORLD PENETRATER DEVICE, AND SHE REMEMBERED ALL OF THIS. STILL, THIS IS ALL HAPPENING IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE WHERE A NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE OFFICER SHOT ME IN THE BACK, AND YES, COMMITTED MURDER; WHEN I KNEW TOO MUCH IN THAT WORLD, ABOUT THE GOVERNOR, GIVING THE GREAT LAW AND ORDER PEOPLE THEIR WONDERFUL SUPER SHOW IDEAS WITH THEIR ”SHALVOY” GUY. HEU, I AM ALWAYS GLAD TO BE OF SERVICE; LADS AND LASSIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As I am sure you remember, my loyal long time followers of Morianity, I knew about his very private sexual affairs, just as with the SHALVOY deal on the greatest law show ever, L&O, only my thing was back in the late twentieth century, whereas the SHALVOY deal on L&O was around late 2007 and into 2008 or in that range of time. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! When will I be believed, if ever, oh great wonderful powerful SHERIFF MASCARA, and lovely blondie A. G. Bondi?

THERE IS MY FUCKING COMPENSATION, YO!

What would I do without shithead Jane????????

Maybe enjoy me’ ol’ fucked up life again a wee bit, lads and lassies. YARRRHH there maitees!!!

Yeah Marcucci Crawlers; I know my true age!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh me’ arm, Patty Paula King, CRUNCH!!!!!!!!

JANUARY 5, 2016,

TUESDAY NIGHT AT 6:00,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 67 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY——-(H-72/L-53).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 55%, WIND CHILL IS 66.

WIND IS NE AT 10, WITH GUSTS TO 25.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES—0.

Watch this mother fuckiGN bitch fly.

ALL LOVELY CUTE SAVANTS KNOW; THE END!!!

Posted by mark wayne mohr at 11:16 PM No comments:

Email This

BlogThis!

Share to Twitter

Share to Facebook

Share to Pinterest

Labels: 1983 and 1984, ALIENS AMONGST US SINCE 1972, EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, NABES FROM HELL, ROACHES-ROACHES-ROACHES, ROTTEN ROACH NABES, TELLING HUGE SECRETS

Older Posts Home

Followers

Blog Archive

▼ 2016 (14) ▼ January (14) Chapter 40, Guess the Name of the Guests
CHAPTER 39, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 1-5-16
CHAPTER 38, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 37, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 36, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 35, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 34, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER 33, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
Chapter 32, Guess the Name of the Guests
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 1-2-16, DEATH ATTACK ON…
Chapters 30-31—A/B, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS…
Chapter 31, Guess the Name of the Guests
CHAPTER 29, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

► 2015 (772)

► 2014 (502)

► 2013 (510)

► 2012 (1261)

► 2011 (1)

About Me

Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »

CHAPTERS 30-31 GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

January 2, 2016

To read me in color and see links and charts and graphs and maps and all sorts of other blogger-candy, you need to go to the BLOGGER web-site, and here is my link, kind ladies and gentlemen:

http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/

the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament”

Saturday, January 2, 2016

Chapters 30-31—A/B, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, hacking job

BEGINNING OF TRANSMISSION:

THERE IS A COMPUTER HACK AGAIN, WHAT ELSE IS NOW, FCC?

There will be a space or skip here, Bob McDowell, old pal!

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 31

Image result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny faces

My PhotoImage result for images free funny faces

Image result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny faces

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet,

My dad and I will be operating the Island Universe Diners of Akoslem; out in the purgatory, now; great people!!! Screw Spanish Treasure Galleons and all secret museums, and secrets of them, huh Mister Roy Carl Weiler Senior? Still and all; my old coworker from Cifaloglio up there in No Joysey, was a real cool dude, and I considered him to be a pal. He wrote a great book and you should check it out. It is available on Amazon and online and in real-world stores as well. The title of it is, “Secrets of the Museum”. You will learn a lot about Egg Harbor, the great Round House, and Florida, if you can really read in-between the lines, great folks out here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So we suffer and we suffer, and we wonder, and I wonder; why then is no one ever EVER in any hurry at all, to go to HEAVEN, and be rid of “THE DEVIL”?

JUMPING MOSES ROCKS:

ROACHES-ROACHES-ROACHES-ROACHES

HEY GAP FORT PIERCE PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITY, THIS IS NOT FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ ILLEGALS COME IN, AND BRING THEIR ROTTEN FUCKING ROACHES. I AM GOING TO HAVE TO START A LETTER WRITING CAMPAIGN BECAUSE I CANNOT AFFORD TO MOTHER FUCKING MOVE. IF I COULD, DON’T YOU THINK THAT I MOTHER FUCKING WOULD, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO??????????? I AM WRITING HEALTH INSPECTORS, OTHER GOVERNMENT AGENCIES, MY LOCAL CONGRESSMAN, AND OTHERS, BECAUSE MISTER 1967 MACK CAMP COUNSELOR KAITER SIR, AND OTHERS CONCERNED; “THIS IS RIDICULOUS”, YO BRO!!!!

HEY GAP FORT PIERCE PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITY, THIS IS NOT FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ ILLEGALS COME IN, AND BRING THEIR ROTTEN FUCKING ROACHES.

My PhotoImage result for images free funny faces

MARK WAYNE MOHR

DOB-12-04-1954

What are the ILLEGALS? Well, Debra Marotto, the Resident Manager of this PHA building, told me; three or four years ago somewhere, “Mark, James is your neighbor across from you, and his son is not allowed in the apartment”. They both live in that apartment as well as some apartment on the east wing of the fourth floor, two down from here on the west wing of floor six. The son is the one who is the loud door slammer, even with the hurricane doors, he still grabs it by the know and force slams it, as only this one person is the slammer, and when here, which is in spurts of days and days on as well as off, and when he is here, SO ARE MY MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ ROACHES, KIND SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To me, breaking PHA regs, translates to the word “ILLEGAL”, so to quote my cousin Donald, “I say, we get rid of all these fucking bastards”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now you try living as clean as you can and still having to put up with rude vulgar shit and endless filthy rotten fucking dirty diseased ROACHES, and then see how your blogs would look; ladies and gentlemen!!!! I have no problem whatsoever, with anyone who follows the rules and the laws of this land. But when you text and drive, or drink and drive, or bring me roaches endlessly to make me sick as well as sickened and revolted; then it is time to throw you either in mother fuckign cunt eating prison, or deport your rotten worthless fucking asses, YO YO YO MY BRO!!!!!

You know, call me as crazy as a mother fucking loon bird if that turns anyone on to do, but I will die shouting the truths about the incredible and unfathomable power of both symbolism, as well as parallel events. In a way, symbolism IS the correlation and paralleling of seemingly unrelated events, at least in their exact structures. My living at 506 Robin Hill as my TWEEN-STAY at this garden apartment system out of three stays, is one perfect isolated example that now springs to mind, so I’ll discuss it briefly with you, kind folks. Late 1983 and up until July fifteenth of 1984, I resided here, before then moving into 1406 Highland Avenue, in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, owned by the home owner next door to me at 1408 Highland Avenue, Mister Lowell Patterson. There is a very important legal statute in Copyright Law, number 506, that the entire entertainment world is most definitely aware of. It is related to Copyright Infringement, which can be done in many ways, basically profiting on another person’s intellectual property that has been legally protected in this manner through and via copyright registration of the work. This was when indeed, lots of my music was stolen from me, and not that this did not happen all through the eighties, as well as right straight on to present times, but it was indeed, while I resided at this apartment number (506) that things were at their zenith that pertained to this particular situation. The symbolism then was number 506, both the copyright statute number, and my apartment number. I think this is no coincidence, but I am not saying that some group of humans did this somehow. I am saying, unlike those who are mentally ill, and don’t understand the real truths that lay in the deep recesses of the worlds of quantum dynamics and sub atomic reality; that yes, FAWCES are there, and they are there because of a LAWTRONIC or seventh-dimensional circuitry of a kind if you will allow that verbiage, and thus causes symbolism to indeed be there for those who are seeking truths and need super sleuthing clues to assist them in their very intricate endeavors. As told and blogged half a dozen times or more by now, in the past; I knew back on that night in 1972, while visiting along with my mom, the great and powerful Gottwald’s, up 1t 175 Peninsula Drive, in South Huntington, New York as most locals now refer to this as, and this family is my mother’s Cousin Ruth Huntington and her husband, the mighty great banker of Manhattan, Mister SIR Heinz Gottwald, and their five grown children who were only weekend guests there from time to time, once it was 1972. On this one particular night, I decided not to go with them, and remained in the home there, with their German Sheppard Dog for company, while they went to see the big hit movie, SUPERSLEUTH, if my memory is accurately recalling its title name. The reasons for my mood, were similar to the reasons why I did not want to go to Fire Island with Aunt Ruth’s daughter Kathy Gottwald and her then fiance’ during another visitation back in 1968. For right now I am just saying that missing a movie about an ultimate SHERLOCK HOLMES, with or without any roulette, stick figures, games, game experts, dreams, TV-shows, trances, I-CHING trance traveling, Morianity, Moriarty, and Public Broadcasting Networks; I know beyond any 2+2=4 knowings, that indeed; symbolism is powerfully real, and seekers are given this tool in order to be given the otherwise never figured out clues, to so many covered up mysteries. The Lawtronic circuitry of our 7th dimension, forces these clues to be given to seekers, and they are indeed called, symbolically connected paralleling or correlated events, through colors or digits or letters, or places, or people, or events, and literally anything that comprises life and our lives here in fifth dimensional hyperspace, dreamed down off of the PLANK (Astral or spiritual realm)! Yes Mister Boxer Hall, Lawtronics indeed FAWCES these clues to be given, and the great Star Wars inventors or the exploratron GUESTS laying inside of them during the creation of this original seventies movie, knew all about these things. IPYT!!!!!

My being in a bad mood and not going to see this great movie of the times, back in 1972, with the family, that night; and because this movie was all about these washcloths, and Washburn’s, and Watson Clues; and I did not go to it because ”of the very FAWCES” that may reveal themselves for all I knew and still know, in that movie; as all idea stimulating events, causes a thinker and a seeker, to begin playing with mind models; so I deduced back when I started blogging and thinking about all these things in the new light of middle-life, and not being age 18; and then started to clearly see that indeed; this same force that had used so many forces on me even back then, and compared to now this would be nothing; but still, it hit me like a ton of bricks that I was in the middle of something bigger than a hundred Sherlock Holmes super sleuths could ever be. And to this time and day right now, I am still attempting frantically to put pieces together and make a lot of dots connect up to draw some better and better and clearer and clearer pictures. However you want to cut it up and tote it around though my kind peeps; it ends up with Exploratrons and Sarah Krassle the Almighty Goddess of everything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Image result for images of lighthouses at nightImage result for images of lighthouses at night

JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE TWINBAY AND FONTANA!!!

That night, watching those Star Trek shows, while living at 112 Harvard Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, in 1996, in the autumn on the 30th Anniversary of their TELEVISION SHOW PRODUCTION LAUNCH; memories flooded in that I could not handle, leading to the wild dreams the following year of the Publishing Clearinghouse’s PCN-231 PRIZE-PATROL truck with that co-ed named K. J. McAllister, who won that January of 1997; and then the wild song that led to the 2012 production and 2013 Copyright of ”Wanna’ Spend My Time”, the fence at Eden’s great garden, and a lot more. This is when I was looking nearby the television set, little as it may have been mizz Britney Lavino, and Mister Stanley Crooked Bernstein; and as that great voted-number-1 episode of STAR TREK was airing, suddenly a voice kept saying while I was staring off of the TV set and onto my venetian blinds, “Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”. All of these things are on my earlier parts of this now freaking ass ten year blog project that we all know as ‘MORIANITY’, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on, we can get to how the venetian blinds, the episode on the show called, ”THE TROUBLE WITH TRIBBLES”, and a bit more, all brought me parsecs ahead of where I would have been ”spiritually”, if these events were not all LAWTRONICALLY PROGRAMMED to happen, and so, they did, Mister Pharaoh of all babbling’s, on and on and on; AKA Babylon, for shorter and abridged sayings, and codings, of all wild strange rhyming rhythms, in all parallel universes everywhere in the multiversal hyperspace, AKA the fifth dimension, Mizz Marilyn McCoo, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There is a whole lot more to this story of my weekend, and the movie, “THE RING”, as far as just what I have told you all so far, regarding re-remembering that my mail box at my Atco home, in 1983, was not damaged in the way that I forced myself to think. But this is just in three dimensions. What if we Rubik Cube this thing into five dimensions of the multiverse, and use all phases of reality? Now, we no longer need word puzzle games to kill the spare time in our lives, or even a bunch of Colombo type detective and sleuth movies from the great Hollywood. Life itself IS A HUGE GAME, far bigger than any of you out here have a tiny clue about, Mister Poolroy-95, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION.

AND RUST IN PISS.

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 30

Graph of Blogger page views

Pageviews today

Pageviews yesterday

243

Pageviews last month

3,253

Pageviews all time history

105,484

Audience

Graph of most popular countries among blog viewers

THE INFORMATION BELOW IS BEING SHARED BY THE BOM FROM COMCAST WEB-SITE:

End Of Social Security

thesovereigninvestor.com

Leaked Evidence Stumps Obama and Stuns Retirees.

AHA-AHA-AHA, Mike McNulty, real funny, my morbidity, family jokes on me, fields, towns in-between Philadelphia and Atlantic City, harbors; all of it! And that goes for you too, James Stuart and Steven McGinty! SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT.

Oh Paula, oh-oh Paula; forget Donna, Mister Radno and Mister Ragni, YO! Yeah, I know what I’ve got, Mizz hot shot Vicki Callio, then and now!

You awesome teen queen you!!!!!!!!!!! It should have been you and me all these fucking dam ass years, YO big lovely girl.

My Photo

So tell me wonderful Sheriff K. J. M. kind sir, just what am I going to do with my lovely giant PAULA???

As in what am I going (todo), and Microsoft or some hacker or whatever Bob-1975, did not let that space out, and I had to alter it. Jeepers creepers, Dorothy Twisters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Image result for sheriff ken j. mascara

My PhotoImage result for images free funny faces

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 30

Graph of Blogger page views

Pageviews today

221

Pageviews yesterday

243

Pageviews last month

3,470

Pageviews all time history

105,701

Global Audience by SHADE RATIO:

Graph of most popular countries among blog viewers

TRIX AND ENDLESS TRICKS, OR FAWCES?

SILWEE WHAAAAAAA-BIT, YO!

END TRANSMISSION.

Posted by mark wayne mohr at 12:01 PM No comments:

Email This

BlogThis!

Share to Twitter

Share to Facebook

Share to Pinterest

Labels: absolute power corrupts absolutely, MY FLORIDA LIFE, NABES FROM HELL, PUBLIC HOUSING SUCKS, ROTTEN ROACH NABES, THE PINK GODDESS RULES SUPREME

Older Posts Home

Followers

Blog Archive

▼ 2016 (3) ▼ January (3) Chapters 30-31—A/B, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS…
Chapter 31, Guess the Name of the Guests
CHAPTER 29, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

► 2015 (772)

► 2014 (502)

► 2013 (510)

► 2012 (1261)

► 2011 (1)

About Me

Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »

Mountainpen’s Blog

OFFICIAL DYING DECLARATION OF 2 MARCH 2016

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS KEEPS MOVING ON, SHERIFF AND AG AND GOV SCOTT

HELP ME KIND SHERIFF, THIS IS A DYING UTTERANCE

ANOTHER FUCKING WORST HELL DAY IN CUNTASS FLORIDA

SIEGE-SIEGE-SIEGE, WITH TINY LET UPS, KIND SHERIFF K.J.M. SIR

ENDLESS PERSECUTION BY WALL STREET SCUM

HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL, BUT NO STEVE MURRAY MURDERS PLEASE, GREAT ASTRAL PLANKGODS

DEATH SIEGE, DEATH ATTACK, SHERIFF, BY MILITUFORCE AND COUSIN DON

THANKX-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE AS BAD AS 30 YEARS FUCKING BACK

CHAPTERS 30-31 GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

Pages

Archives

Categories

Blogroll

Meta