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MORIANITY PART 8, CHAPTER 2

January 31, 2014

MORIANITY PART 8, CHAPTER 2

folks, there is plenty to say and tell, and time does not afford me that luxury right now, Don’t even ask, as I won’t be telling, all sorts of wild fucking shit is going down all around me in my endless fucking ass nightmare called ”MY LIFE”.

I am quite sure their evil DOW JONES is flying to the highest fucking stars, as a result of the persecution on me. It began yesterday and is continuing today, after just one fucking day of a small rest from this horror fucking show!!!!!!!!

THESE NSA SCUM BAGS WON’T EVER STOP PICKING ON ME, and I am so quintessentially major disappointed in my president, who I really hoped might just be kind enough to ask them to get off of my innocent frail pathetic back, and he just doesn’t care, nor does he get it, about why all these gun incidents are on such as a roll, mirror imagining the time of my death siege and hellish harassment from these filth bags from hell. No one else voices these things, who also have been similarly targeted the way that I have been for 30 plus fucking cunt years now, they just eventually snap, and get a weapon, and well, the rest is history, but go ahead, keep disbelieving my tale of hellish woe, keep allowing these endless violence episodes to continue robbing all of us of our so very precious children, and loved ones, as this will never stop, until the NSA is told they have to deist from these hellish unfathomable evil operations, done so covertly that there is no paper trail, no appropriations for the funds used by them from our great Congress, and is totally done in the darkest corners of HELL!!!!!!!! People, yesterday I awoke to a major nasty fire alarm test here at my building. We used to get warned, but no more. They just do it, and we just put up and shut up, or else. Funny thing was that no fire truck was outside of my window, Maybe they were in the parking lot on the opposite abnd south side of the building which is not visible from my northern exposure only apartment. After that was over, there was only a small amount of hallway noise, from voices and doors opening and closing, nothing out of the ordinary, and all within what I classify as my tolerable limits. I did have a major DREAMING INTERACTION WITH MY DAUGHTER, taking place in Moorestown, New Jersey, where I lived with my mother in 1988 and 1989, matching the two copyrighted projects shown on my paste ins so frequently, and here they are in reiteration.

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989

Now today was a lot worse. I was on the telephone, AGAIN, and was disconnected. Bear in mind, I don’t use cellphones folks, this is a hardwired to the wall or LANDLINE PHONE, and this only happens when I am telling someone in authority, usually a utility company, a health insurance operation, or some similar agency and person; and I am speaking and telling how my health is adversely effected by the jet air traffic and what is called by many TRUTH PATRIOTS, AKA Conspiracy Theorists; ”CHEMTRAILS”.

If I am not allowed to speak to another party on the telephone, and tell them the total truth about my physical and medical condition, that this EVIL EMPIRE caused around me, and many others, with my similar patterns in one way or another in DNA; making them also susceptible to several symptoms, both physical and psychological, causing anxiety, aggression, mild to severe asthma depending on a person’s individual fitness level and or age, very sore scratchy throats and voice hoarseness at varying levels and degrees, and many other things as well; then how can anyone around this miserable fucking globe, even begin to claim this is a free country, and a good country, and that things are one bit fair, and that people are not dangerously seriously being victimized by the real terrorists, those WHO RUN, RULE, AND CONTROL THIS EVIL EMPIRE???

WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295

SBT-DATFILE: CH-116-040611.868.55

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME

3RD SUBTITLE OF BLOG: “AM I RIGHT OR WHAT, MI GINA?”

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER #116

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

Well, the stock market is flying at right up around all time record highs, JUST AS I SAID IT WOULD AFTER RECEIVING ALL THIS PERSECUTION AND DEMONIC HARASSMENT, and the FLYERS WIN AND WIN AND WIN AND WIN, and
the PHILLIES LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE, just as I told everybody that this was all indeed going to freaking happen, YO.

Thank you so much for coming to me yesterday, DIANA, with your wonderful awesome colorful ravishingly beautiful lightning, my endless love. Don’t ever let their persecution of me stop you from coming around because I freaking need you so much my wonderful electron, and have all throughout this horrific endless infinite eternal interaction that I am stuck in, with awareness to it.

No one on this puny dark-age planet has a miniscule clue what it’s like to live with this awareness, as well as the total awareness to higher realities that would literally blow all of you away in ten seconds if you were hit with this all at once. I am no exception, with me however, this was a long steady, tedious process of coming to know stuff that no awake mortal should ever be forced to contain in his or her conscious awareness. When even the smallest amount of this starts to surface or even dreams begin to be remembered and put together, it can cause persons to act in all kinds of off the wall ways. The simple fact is that all throughout the history of humanity and recorded civilization, these events in smaller ways have indeed happened, and people went quite nuts, and many right now today as I speak, are locked away in booby hatches. You really think I am so ignorant, don’t you Paula?

I could begin talking at any time on any given day on one of literally thousands of topics and relate from personal experiences, stuff that if any one of you out here were to read and believed even a part of these truths, would make you nuts as hell. You would go out in your car and slam into people or poles or whatever, or go off to a mall or your job with knives and on and on. This is no joke, and yet so many are naturally saying to themselves, so who are you then MOUNTAINPEN? I mean you are still here and somewhat part of society, and semi-sane enough to survive; yet you are holding hell itself, within your personal space. The two goddesses, Diana and Sarah-Stacey, have carefully done this to me in a perfectly well planned out and extremely methodical way, that the very story just to how this was accomplished along a 20-50 year time-line, humanly, would require a Tolstoy sized book all its own. That is truth. Someday, I will really tell, in new light, as all of us change whether we know it or not, minute by minute from womb to tomb, and our perceptions of the very same identical reality hence, also alters, and then magnifying this reality that with the fact that we all are living in a fast paced rapidly changing global interaction here in human consciousness, and so we must then begin to realize that we would be seeing things even without change in varying ways as we pass through time-line existence in human and awake life, and then this is ultra compounded by an extra fast changing world all around us. The best case and point in my own experiences is with this magical family, that does not even yet have awareness of its own powers in their fullness, thank the gods, literally. It began in the middle nineteen-nineties with my search for one branch of this family, in Atlantic City. All this time, including when I wrote the song entitled, “SARAH” on May 12^th in 1996, other branches as well as the Atlantic City branches, all ready remembered me from all sorts of past interactions with them, and in all kinds of various points and areas, within a somewhat regional area of perhaps high double digit mileage. This is one powerful example, and even if nothing else changed with the relationship between me and this awesome family from far beyond the stars themselves, is proof and evidence that supports my wild claims regarding how we all perceive the exact unchanged things quite differently, at different points in our lives as we move forward through the illusion of waking time world interactions of the 5^th dimensional hyperspace. When I was molested at the Cornwall Avenue house in Ventnor, New Jersey, the town directly to the south of Atlantic City, America’s famous playground and sin city of the East Coast, by a stuttering man named Tom Reale, I began having a series of connected or serial dreaming’s at this house. The persons in this dreaming interaction identified themselves indirectly by somehow just making it known to me through that mysterious dreaming osmosis of just knowing something that all persons just about can relate to at some point in their life, as “THAT FAMILY”. This was the time in my life right after I had stopped interacting with Sarah from Atlantic City, who identified me to her friends on a few occasions as “THAT BOY”. This may seem totally not out of the ordinary, as Ann King said to me once several years back from the home of Agent Caruso, at 841 Thirteenth Street in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, “It would be natural for this girl to think of you as “THAT BOY” if you never told her your name”, which I admit to being a very private and shy person, and would never think of going up to a girl and telling her my name, not ever to this very day. I am a private person who just does not trust anybody, and totally believes that every rotten son of a bitch in the world is out to get me. I know better, and I know that this is just silly paranoia, but I have plenty of it, and will openly freaking admit it.

Now let me tell a huge secret tonight. It is old news what happened to me in 2008. There I was right smack dab in the middle of something 1000 times bigger than I had a clue about, and you all know what started to happen once I sent my 2007 musical project down to the United States Office of Copyrights, called, “Karaoke Lunch Break at the Sorian 18 Guardhouse”. As the silly ass title implies, I did this on a karaoke machine at my job site over a period of several lunch breaks, when no one was around, hopefully, as I tend to scream out and my singing is horrible, all you need to do to hear how rotten my voice and songs are, is to click into the attached video that will only be up until tomorrow night and then it will be gone and gone riddance, right Senator Electrocution Trophy-wife? Still my point without any further tangents or diversions, is simply that the story does tell itself, and not even the famous genius man could invent a tale like this and make it work out so perfectly for 36 months, or avenues, whatever the case may really be. I truly am sorry if I made anyone’s day a little darker here or there, but is what is happening with me a fair punishment? Even Hitler was allowed to simply die, and I would be glad to be put to death, any time. I only wish I could go to Tallahassee and die in the electric chair, and be forever with my baby blond, and never have to exist here for another minute. But reality and my wishes are never in much of an agreement, at least not over the past consistent 56 and a third years of my hellish tormented life.

None of this is the great Terry secret of the great Harbor, if I can be permitted a little pun that relates to the time when this nightmare literally grew wings and somehow in hyperspace I met a man as famous as Christopher Columbus, only in that parallel universe, he was a first cousin of a member of this powerful family, and not a 23^rd grandfather, ‘the man with the eyes’, the same man from 1970 in those nightmares, by the way. The secret is not what is right there for anyone to read and realize that this could in no way have all been made up, not by the craziest person on the planet or the most imaginative, all though the complement is much appreciated there ‘Miss UmWell’. Some fiction honey! The biggest secrets did not take place in 1975 in the house of MC, or when I discuss the Gawnum or the Fascitar, or the Millionth Council, or anything else, from the Astral-Plane gods to the Exploratronic Supermind, an entire traveling group of “Q” types like the dude on TNG-Star Trek, if you can imagine this ultimate devastating freaking nightmare at light speed cubed. The secret right now is not about the 64 trillion light year hypersphere, the sixth dimension, upline and downline universes, World Laboratories, or anything like this. It is the simple reality of the STM. This stands for the “SPACE-TIME-MIND”. When STM is understood just a little bit, all of life and reality clear up amazingly fast. There is a rare condition discussed in the newest book in psychiatry, the bible of this discipline quite actually, the DSM-5, where a patient begins to believe the ‘delusion’ that he or she is the only real thing, and that the entire world and everyone in it is just sort of like Hollywood (EXTRA’s), and you are sort of as a rat that is inside of a very large cage, being secretly observed and studied. Unfortunately, everyone of us could actually make this claim, and it would be the most real thing outside of the void itself as it gets. This is not to say that the exact way that this psychotic feature of paranoid delusion works in the mind of a disturbed mental patient is truth, as it applies equally to every one of us, through the magic and awesome power of both STM and the precise mechanics of how previous closed curved infinities manage to eventually blast themselves literally out of the void and into existors or LAWTRONS. The interaction of Lawtrons and Space-Time-Mind, is the magic key, and some day I’ll attempt to ‘do the unthinkable’, and try and explain some of this, after-all it beats throwing tables into someone’s face, and before doing that, making contact with Jennifer L. Hewitt, as this would be a necessity now, if I may be Heinz Babylon Gottwald ‘permitted’ one more whittle funny pun here, Whaaaaaaaaa.

I SEE JANE WITCH-BITCH DISEASE SLEAZE WEEDS SCUM has struck me, as usual, WEIN-SOSO?????????? Good old fucking cunt lapping page eleven of eleven. So, here I go with my compensating mother fucking fives, YO YO YO YO!!!!

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Let me now apply some filler lines to get out of this very symbolic negative mother fucking page, good folks.

GOOD RIDDANCE TO YOU NOW, MISS ATLANTA, GEORGIA BRAVES BALLPARK BITCH, FROM 1993!!!!!

As for the wild dreaming-interaction, most would be classified by this blogger, the mountainpen, as totally unsafe to blog in detail, AKA for short, ”UB”, or unbloggable!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I will tell you a few things, good folks, and bad folks, who can ever breath echo know which, great wonderful United States Copyright Office?????????????

There were some teenagers around, and there was Dawn King, so right away, whatever parallel universe that I was in, I knew tat she was alive in that time, that I later learned was 1988. As I tell even this much, a lot of fucking hall shouting and hollering is happening out beyond my apartment door, and then the door just now slammed, a minute shy of fucking three this disasternoon!!!!

Numerous things were in this wild and very vivid experience. The noise here has picked up out of nowhere, so the GREAT SARAH KRASSLE is watching me, and knows that I am typing this to be blogged, and is letting me know her displeasure about my doing this perhaps, who can ever really know, again, with or without copyrighted eighties breath echos. Still, I will always love my great singing Christmas Tree Angel from Cooley Hall, in all of her persona’s, and nothing she ever can do to me will ever stop my totally endless love for Almighty MIDDIE, AKA MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON, MDE. I do not have to hear anything, as I am listening to my one of three copies of the ECKANKAR HU cassette tapes through my noise canceling headphones. A bomb can go off in here, and I will just hear the beautiful HU CHANT in my head, while I go on mother fucking typing. Yes, this final fucking day of January, is SUPER FUCKIGN BOTBAR, yesterday was close but managed to escape above the rating of 1-1 for the turd chewing day, BRAH!!!!!!!!!

All I can tell is that Gordo the stock tipper was also there, and so was a strange girl I knew from Camden, New Jersey in the nineteen eighties. Nobody needs to know any more, I am already in more trouble than I can stand times ten to the power exponent of fucking cock sucking eighty eight. MC was singing along with one of her hit songs from the future, back in time, and I was trying to understand how the time was off and how she was all grown and mature, and when I asked her a couple questions, she took the pizza she was eating and holding on a paper plate bright blue in color, wild standing about 8 feet from me, and she threw it at me, and I was wearing her pizza, all over a nice freshly washed and pressed bright white shirt. Then she told me not to ask how this was so, and I apologized. The rest gets super major, and I cannot go here, other than to say that she sat down and told me my cousin is a rotten dirty loud mouth who should never burden people with things that they don’t need to hear, and told me it was him who had made her aware of that 1986 song that I wrote, and he laughed as he did it, and how she wanted to give him 3 quick right cross flurry shots and knock his big flabby body out straight on the floor motionless, an exact quote from lovely incredible MC, in that alternate reality in hyperspace. All I can safely blog beyond this is that at the end, Dawn and her cuzz Letty walked into the parking lot out to the right of the house or to the left if, standing outside the front door, to the north, in Moorestown, New Jersey. They all began asking me about the Speedship Sunram, and who was up the street next to the Friendly Restaurant, and I said I did not know, and Letty then walked over, spit on me, and kicked me in my stomach, doubling me over, and everybody began laughing and clapping and slapping hands. I got up eventually holding my guts in pure excruciating agony, and said, there will be a doctor Mark wolf in an office next door to there but that will be about 7 years in the future, and he will become my hypnotherapist. With that, MC began singing her famous number one song from 1997, and then Ann threw a bowl of cereal and milk at me and it went into my hair and was all dripping down all over me and I felt like a helpless clown. I started screaming, stop doing these things to me, you horrible people, and then Letty, Leticia Tilley, MC’s distant ‘twinnish’ cousin, walked over and hit me right in the chin, and the next thing I knew, I was falling off of my bed and onto my floor, here in my apartment, something that has not happened to me in ages. It was disastrous and I fully expected the day to go super bad, but it managed to escape a botbar as I said, by a tiny eeked out fraction, and I don’t cheat, as I’d only be mother fucking cheating myself, folks!!!!!!!!!

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WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, the entire world is what it is, just as Dawn-Marie King said so, over and over and over and over and over!

I had an incredible thing happen to me on august 28 of 2013, and now I mother fucking totally realize that it is every bit as cosmically fucking powerful and awesome as what happened on august 15, in 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me quickly explain myself, in a totally short compressed way.

All I fucking did was make a few sonic alterations to my own machine-sample-copied work from the title that the greatest lab-technician on this planet made at the afe of fourteen years when she said to me, ”You’ll be Crossing Over Grant Avenue to make a left on to Academy Road”. If these things don’t back off of me, my next song is going to be titled ACADEMY ROAD. I really honestly have had it, YIP, YPI, YIP, YIP, AND YIP, I have had all I can stand, I cannot stand no more, Pope Yes, or Popeye’s, or Popeye the fucking sailor man, and pal of Wayne Landis Sailor mohr of the Merchant Marines, and a million Naval secrets, covered up by them and my pop’s pal, Professor Einstein, right MAILCOUNT Dream Man, who loved to put lovely Stacey Hamblin’s mail into my box all the time,for reasons,only the great cosmos, or MIDDIE, can ever truly know, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So hopw did Robert McGuire pull off that invisibility stunt on Tennessee Avenue, Professor New York city Kaku??????? Well, how did my dad and his pal and the Navy pull off the Battleship Eldridge, and for that matter, how can we move through at least five dimensions with the tech that this great dude already has given to us” Ask Robert McGuire of the Irish Pub on Saint James Place, a block south of good old fucking rotten Tennessee Avenue, in wherwe else, but Atlantic city, New Jersey. When I blogged how my coworker, Trucker bill, told me the corruption there and how he had to pay the city officials ofdf or else be put out of business, and I then dared to blog it bacdk in 2006, well, a nasty fire suddenly burned down his Folsom, New Jersey home that he had worked so hard to build as a younger man. We learn not to mess with these evil powerful fucking people, or we don’t learn, and we just BURN, so learn or burn, right LAW AND ORDER FOLKS, who seem to know my entire LIFE STORY right down to the 17000 dollars with Sally Permission Barrier Starr, so my only question can be now, WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU ALL GROWN UP AND NOT ON SOME CARTOON FROM POPEYE THEATER, WHERE ARE YOU MOE, WHERE ARE YOU CURLY, WHERE ARE YOU LARRY???????? SOMEBODY NEEDS A GOOD LAUGH RIGHT ABOUT FUCKING NOW, and guess what, it ain’t my all powerful wonderful daughter, CHEMTRAILS OR NO CHEMTRAILS, HUH RUSS THAXTON OF 1969????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JANUARY 31, 2014,

FRIDAY BOTBAR AFTERNOON AT 3:37

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OHSHIT.

I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO, BABY BLOND, AND I NEED YOUR CODES TO SHOW, PRECIOUS GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS MORIANITY, PART EIGHT,AND PLEASE BELIEVERS AND L-4 FOLKS, TRY AND HAVE YOURSELVESAVERY VERY NICEDAY.

YOU ARE NOW READING THIS CHAPTER 2.

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Jupiter, Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.

*****W—–O—–W***** AND *****W—–O—–W***** *****W—–O—–W***** *****W—–O—–W**********W—–O—–W***** *****W—–O—–W***** *****W—–O—–W***** *****W—–O—–W***** Folks, do you really think there is one chance in five trillion fucking hell-fires, that DAWN-MARIE KING was able to get herself released from that NEW JERSEY REHAB CLINIC in Seacaucus; with that beyond fucking Einstein perfect caper; that voided out her need to complete a prison sentence, without help fromVERY POWERFUL SCOTT RANSOM TYPE PEOPLE, © Office of Washington????????

Let me clue you in on some stuff, my Blogaud. If you know the story, fine, if not, read the blogs that tell all about it with some blog archive work. You’ll be more than just clued in, I am going to pop off big time right now, kind wonderful ladies and gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

READ ON FOR THE ANSWER!

ABOUT ME:

Gender	Male
Industry	Non-Profit
Occupation	paranormal researcher
Location	Hammonton, New Jersey, United States
Introduction	Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.
Interests	I close my mind to nothing
Favorite Movies	all old movies
Favorite Music	most old music
Favorite Books	The Winds Of War, Gone With The Wind, Time Travelers From Our Future

You forgot your mom’s birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?

An angry mother. Also, a little philosophy for you is as follows:

At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.

WHEN THE CAT IS AWAY, THE WOMO-MILITUFAWCES PLAY!

Well great peeps, let’s get down toCASESnow, as promised!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lightning, you’re all MINE!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just ask the great Gary Stone, should you not wish to take my word for it. I am quite sure that the mighty land owner, ‘BIG-O’ will confirm sending my mom that lovely post card in 1988, to our Moorestown address. How I just love that wonderful, adorable, and terrific entertainment industry; and the media in general. WHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

We will save a lot of these road trips for the next half dozen blogs, I never forget anything, no matter what these jerk off enemies ever do to me and they know that they will have to kill me, Mizz Bondi, Florida State Attorney General, in order to shut me up. I will go on telling and telling, and McNulty and the crew can go on laughing and laughing, all the way to the bottom of the sea with Captain Crane and Dutch Doctors with silver ice skates and other powerful Sarah Krassle connections, that endlessly revolve around the Mountainpen, throughout time and eternity. For right now Cali-Kali, call-ten, Callio, it is not time yet to say unto all of you, nighty-nite, and BYE-BYE!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:

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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?

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MORIANITY PART 8, CHAPTER 1, and here we go with wordpress and their undefined crap, Mister McDowell

January 29, 2014

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WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, the entire world is what it is, just as Dawn-Marie King said so, over and over and over and over and over!

MORIANITY PART VIII, CHAPTER I

PRIVATE JOURNALS ARE OVER, THINGS ARE WAY TO MOTHER FUCKING BAD FOR THIS!!!!!!!!!

JANUARY 29, 2014,

WEDNESDAY MORNING AT 2:17

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PEEPS, I TOLD YOU, IF WOMO KEEPS ON BOTBARING AND DESTROYING MY FUCKING CUNT LIFE, FOREVER AND FUCKING EVER; THE DOW JONES WOULD JUST GO RIGHT BACK UP, AND GINA; YOU KNOW I AM NEVER FUCKING WRONG IN MY PREDICTIONS OVER 30 MOTHER FUCKING YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am calling the AT&T later on today when I get up, to report signal pirating. My modem has only one solid line and two lines when I am using the computer, never the solid three that I am supposed to have. They keep insisting this cannot be happening, well it mother fucking is. So is major health attacks on my body, major door slamming tonight starting after 1 AM, and if it does not stop, I AM CALLING THE CRIME STOPPERS NUMBER THAT DEBRA MARATTO GAVE TO ME BACK ON MONDAY MORNING!!!!!!!!!!! BUT THERE IS MORE PEEPS, WAY MOTHER FUCKIGN CUNT LAPPING MORE TO TELL. THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO DO A PRIVATE JOURNAL, I WANT THIS BLOG TO GROW, AND I AM PAYING TO HAVE IT NETWORKED, A WEBSITE BUILT AND HOSTED, AND ALL MERGED TOGETHER BY AN EXPERT. THERE IS NO REASON IF I HAD 130 AVERAGE HITS PER DAY ONCE, THAT THIS CANNOT BE DOUBLED OR TRIPLED, WITH ALL OF THE CORRECT MARKETING, AND GOOGLE RECOGNITION ON ALL MAJOR SEARCH ENGINES. THE PROBLEM IS THAT I KNOW THESE WORDS AND ECHO THEM TO YOU, HERE ON A BLOG; BUT I DO NOT KNOW THE FIRST MOTHER FUCKING THING ABOUT HOW TO DO ANY OF THIS FUCKING CUNT EATING BULLSHIT MYSELF!!!!!!!!

When I came in from my errands and tried to watch my television, all my channels were fucked up and I had lost many of them. No agent from Comcast told me that I was being placed into a lower tier package for saving money. I originally had this problem because of the pirating of my modem box with AT&T. Comcast is a closed system and no one can do this. So they lowered my bill by taking away all my channels. I had it set up on a 99 dollar promotion and no one can seem to make this work with me, so the only explanation is Cannon and his fucking games, the ding road time trip dude from fucking McKinnon HELL 1980 incarnate, LITERALLY!!!!!!!!! I told the agent I cannot prove this but am ready to officially write to the Florida State Attorney General’s Office. Let me now hope that I can get the services they say I can get, and at the price they legally quoted me months ago, without all of this continual interference. Only one possible thing can be causing this woe and misery, just as it is causing it here at the building with these monsters from cunt chewing fucking HELL SQUARED!!!

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PLEASE KEEP FREAKING READING THIS:

MORIANITY PART 8, CHAPTER 1. THANKS FOLKS.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/: Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.

I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO, BABY BLOND, AND I NEED YOUR CODES TO SHOW, PRECIOUS GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING (GODDESS DIANA), SUBMITTED BY A CHANNEL 12 VIEWER, NOW PASTED FROM THEIR TV-APP.

MY BABY-BLOND DIANA ZUDLECRONESSIA ARTEEMIS.

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AHA-AHA-AHA MICHAEL 1971 MCNULTY!!!!!!!

LAUGH THE FUCK AT ME ALL YOU WANT TO, BASTARDS!!!!

There are many unexplainable truths happening all around the universe, and our world, and yes; us individually. This is simply because, we all are like a little package, with a super program, and a super computer; Professor Kaku, that automatically turns on an entire ‘re-al-o-gram’, and then all else exists because of each of us, in fact making this so. Well, this seems an OK idea and concept until the next very obvious query comes popping into most healthy minds, from here. Fine, so how does it all then interact together? This is where I keep saying to you all, do you have ten or twenty or more years to sit and read while I just type until I drop over dead? It is not a tweet-bird short story, my great wonderful folks out here, YO!!!!!! Sorry, I’m just being honest.

Hay girl, Leticia Tilley;

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December 12, 2006

More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3) WOW did this cause me woes!!!!!!!!

This is merely a harmony track, I am trying to make a video and post the entire song, ‘YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER’, MARK WAYNE MOHR, FULL COPYRIGHT AND OWNERSHIP OF SONG. Now at the risk of getting crucified, pigeonholed, or persecuted, read on, my wonderful great Morians. ‘Been there, did that’ via STM.

At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.

Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane.

Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)

Here then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:

Interdimensional Technology (MP3) Android & Angel (MP3) 12th Planet (MP3)

If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.

As Bob Chabot said in 1981, is there any excuse 4U? Signed, Da’ Mountainpen, TEE-HEE-HEE!!!

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I know you are doing your best to watch over me, AG Mizz Bondi, thank you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County in New Jersey, Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands are tied, I am quite sure that you know what I mean.

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HOW DAWN AND ANN LAUGHED AT ME EVERY TIME WE PASSED THIS PLACE, SMIRKING!

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Folks, do you really think there is one chance in five trillion fucking hell-fires, that DAWN-MARIE KING was able to get herself released from that NEW JERSEY REHAB CLINIC in Seacaucus; with that beyond fucking Einstein perfect caper; that voided out her need to complete a prison sentence, without help fromVERY POWERFUL SCOTT RANSOM TYPE PEOPLE, © Office of Washington????????

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ABOUT ME:

Gender	Male
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Occupation	paranormal researcher
Location	Hammonton, New Jersey, United States
Introduction	Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.
Interests	I close my mind to nothing
Favorite Movies	all old movies
Favorite Music	most old music
Favorite Books	The Winds Of War, Gone With The Wind, Time Travelers From Our Future

You forgot your mom’s birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?

An angry mother. Also, a little philosophy for you is as follows:

At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.

WHEN THE CAT IS AWAY, THE WOMO-MILITUFAWCES PLAY!

Well great peeps, let’s get down toCASESnow, as promised!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lightning, you’re all MINE!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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//////|||||\\\\\\\ BLUES, no peeps, I don’t ”know most everything”. I only know what I know, and the rest is a blank mystery. Now what I do know about, is math and odds. Let me try and explain, as this is the blog, and as the great Judge Judy on the court-TV show says so well; the rest is filler. All the pwetty colors and all the charts and diagrams and graphs and photos and all of it, just a lot of filler shit to grab a little attention; so my blogs might just get read someday by a few more people, only it ain’t working, so I’ll have to figure out another way of operating soon. But that is for a later time for me to be worried about. But let us look at what happened in early July of 2008, because people; this is so major, that of course no one will believe anything that I say; but I am saying it anyway. So laugh all you want to at me world, and you too, Mike McNulty, AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was living at the Jenny Plageman Mullica Mobile Manor Trailer Home Park, just east of Hammonton, New Jersey, 22 miles west of Atlantic City, New Jersey; right on the main highway leading down to it, the WHITE HORSE JEWELLY VIQUEEN PIKE, AKA ROUTE 30, as in soon it will be 3030, but not in my lifetime, and so on. At least Mister ‘Dingman’ did not take me to that situation, in the off-regular-time. I’ll give him that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I had told Dawn-Marie King in a letter to her, while she was at the New Jersey Rehabilitation Clinic for women, in Seacaucus, New Jersey; and they had a men’s division nearby, but naturally, did not mix them together for quite obvious reasons; but I said I would think about moving in with her and her mother, Ann King Silva, after she served her time in the clinic, and got clean and dry from her horrendous excessive alcohol abuse problem. This entire family has substance abuse issues, gang issues, violence issues, incest issues; and if I went on much more, you would learn about my death in here soon, after not hearing from me online for a few weeks or months. There is no way it won’t break out into even the most controlled media, as I have carefully done major things to ensure that I won’t be cleverly murdered, and die in obscurity; with this family getting away with my cold blooded, and very ruthless murder.

Folks, this is not neighbors, or government or even big wealthy business persons, they are all just puppets. No one believes in the greatest movie in the world, but it tried hard to tell a story, without arising any suspicion that Hollywood is onto the ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society). It was called, ”THE BODY SNATCHERS”. This works differently, but with similar overtones. There is a magic triangle that makes the famous triangle around my area, and just southeast of me towards Bermuda; look like kids in a fucking cunt eating sand box playing some dumb dorky game. This triangle is, (dreaming, hyperspace, exploratrons). We dream in parallel universes, you all know this, you know you seem to be in the world of the waking, but something is always different about it, something weird and parallel, not familiar. Advanced entities have learned and mastered the fucking art form of control sleeping in deep trances, already planning to visit a parallel reality, and take over their double self in that parallel universe, rather than do what normal dreamers just do all the time when they say nighty night. They simply are the recessant inside their doubles, and this is why many dreams have the effect of ”watching a movie”, we all have heard this or experienced it, or both, an so do not bother telling me otherwise, pwetty pwetty pweeeze.

Yes folks, yesterday and just about every fucking cunt eating day for me in 2014, is SUPER FUCKIGN ROTTEN BOTBAR. I AM IN THE HIGH FIFTIES FOR MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE BOTBAR, THAT MEANS 3 OUT ODF EVERY 5 DASYS FOR DFUCKIGN POOR OLD PITIFUL ME ARE MONSTER ASS HORRIBLE, YO YO YO YO, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will come back tomorrow with detailed charts of all of these things, MPB for the month, which they can only make so bad, even if they destroy all the final fucking days of January for me, and if they don’t, it won’t be a significant drop in MPB either. Where it is right here today or yesterday where I closed it out when I started this blog, is basically the MPB for this first horrendous mother fucking 2014 month!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now folks, here is a

RANDOMLY SELECTED REPRINT OF OLD SAFE JOURNAL 103.

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 103

KING NEBNOOSHOO

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BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

Huge hack on the computer needs to be reported, in case you are reading any of this, my ex-landlord, STEVE CARUSO, and other great men and women of the HOOVER GANG. I LOVED YOUR OLD BOSS, they were not afraid to take on this powerful ass family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You have my utmost respect, Herbert. Someday when MCGUIRES HOTEL is torn down by none other than MOTHER NATURE, just maybe, they will finally find the remains of JIMMY.

What this horrendous mother fucker did to me on the street in Atlantic City near the boardwalk, known as TENNESSEE AVENUE in many parts of the great hyperspace, such as where this blog is posting up to, is beyond unspeakable, and as I type, his pal, Morty Mortino that Biblically is referred to as the “Death Angel”; just buzzed in my left ear at about 9:13 this night, YO. Ed who posted up the web-page that I owned at the time, or rented really, as if I owned it, it would still be fucking up there, and as I speak and type the computer hack is getting fucking more vicious, but Ed Lynch was in the car with me, and sitting in the what I jokingly now refer to as the MI-SEAT, as I was in that same seat in another car that night in 1986, and her cousin McGuire who at that time I had no clue to the major details of this incredible and unfathomable wild family from beyond the stars, literally, but this wild nut-job came right up to this MI-SEAT of the car in October of 2006, and did something horrible to us both and then to the car, and then made us totally forget it and never even see it, as only when we developed the film as we were taking photos for the website of the MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, and this is when the picture clearly showed him right there on us, and we never saw it at all. This I will swear to in any court on this planet, and this is what our own government does not have one bit of control over, and wants us therefore all to believe that they do, and that they are covering it all up, just to make them appear so powerful and awesome, as without this, no government can properly govern, and any intelligent person knows that is a fact, the last sentence if not the rest ODF it, YO!!!!!!!!! FUCK YOUR “ODF”, I SAID ‘THE REST OF IT, THANK YOU HACKER SHIT BITCH!!!!!!!!!!! This powerful ‘MILLIONTH-COUNCIL’ has been messing with me all of my life, and only other ‘abductees’ of these monsters in this nightmare ass interaction, can fully appreciate or understand, and fully know, the dangerous powerful reality of it all, and how your life is endlessly adversely effected by it should you be a victim. You never get a moment of peace, not ever. Only it is not some gray reptile alien with screwy looking eyes doing this to you, and you all who like believing in that horse shit, just go right on believing it, I fully know the total bullshit to all of it. The truth as always, is so much more real and more powerful than any fictional television movie or any other silly ass idea from average humankind and their imaginations. I do not blame anyone in particular, even the physical counterpart that ‘IS’ THIS INCREDIBLE FAMILY, MIZZ GILMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I blame is the circumstances that we exist in the void infinity and need to endlessly dream out and away from it, doing ‘A’ or ‘B’ endlessly, only the word ‘endlessly’ is meaningless, as it only has any significant tangible meaning in interactions of time-worlds. I blame and hate this reality, that is all, no one else, no thing other than this, only the reality that is hell, and that all of you are spared from being aware and awake or lucid to here in your human experience now if you are reading this blog, lucky-lucky-you, no insult meant there Rudy-Toot-Toot from the Institute, but I know I am not one of the sharper knives in the drawer, I merely own the fuck up to it. If I was so damn bright and brilliant as all of the summer skies, Sarah, none of this would have happened, as I would never had let you go in 1986, the hell with spending time on Rikers Island. You don’t have to spare the world any longer just because I loved your cousin, as I’ll always love Lightning, in my existence as Ricktafarius. Strange though that spell checker gives me a choice to spell my Astral name, what big LENNY is in charge of, or so he told me before he made the switch over. Still, 12X12X7 is indeed the correct code symbol, my lovely Scylla. Now that he owns the Comcast Network and controls my computer, along with his new pal Will McAfee, what will he do to me next, brown eyes?

This ‘traveler’ went back to July and almost killed me today as a result, causing me to come an inch away from permanently losing my social security benefits, help me PATTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He also made my SJ-CH-102 vanish into some other file, and then reappear back normally again. Tell me Nicky, do you have so little to do with your time that this makes you feel alive? What is going on, on that street right now, old multiplier of seven’s, twelve’s, and doppelgangers??????? Do I give you a cigar, or do I ask Gawky to appear to you guys tonight and let you have a nice whiff of his? Smoke on Jim Pratt, ‘Emit Madeinhell’, and, the rest of my good pals in ROT-WEST. Gee, with McGuire and King and Callio in ROT-EAST, and all of you in ROT-WEST, where does the twain meet, as the old philosophers may ponder and query?

Sheriff Claptonshot killed every one of poor Eric’s seeds before they could ever have a chance to grow, and all the old rock and roll music fans know it. But they cannot tell me, not a one of them, why you want to kill all my seeds, ever since I left fucking Haddonfield, New Jersey, and met the great Jim Burr Pratt of ‘THE PERMISSION BARRIER’, so is it Copyright 1973 or 21 years later in 1994, when I sent the dozen C-90 cassette tapes down to Washington-13, DC, YO???????????? So Cardboard ears cousin, what really is hidden there in Carlisle, PAUSAESMWG? I’ll find out eventually, so the roving towel lady of wealth and her letters will someday be just another truth in the FBI files, right E.Z Junior of Ziggy, Dangerfield, and Roseanne Neckbites, without the name!!!!!!!!!!!

All the clues lie in doing the basic arithmetic functions with the favorite number groupings of Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. Still, what purpose was served by the push off of the Steel Pier? The nightmares of the family began the day you drowned, so where are the endless teens and toys and kites of James Patterson, when we all really need them, BRO??????? Next time you go back to July and screw with shit, please come down to the FP, South Beach, and just lay in the hot sun and burn up to a crisp. Thank you. Wow, I never fathomed that what you told me on the telephone could be real, and now I am remembering more and more of the wild shit you fed me, if only I had been fucking taping you instead of you taping me, and why would you want to tape me anyway, ‘Calendars McDowell’???????????? Everyone in Quakertown as well as Altoona and Carlisle know fully well about the fall out effect from knowing me, but then I guess who knows the best, other than MI? Glad you got out of the city before those lovely trails totally wrecked you, they do a lot of wild stuff to many people, and I am no longer the only one that talks about it, so this must tell the world something about my incomprehensible story of woe. I never forgot you Ann Reese, glad you and Cody hooked up, he was a cool little dude, and my friend. Fallout, where do I begin, and what is it really about, and where does it really come from, and why, sheeeeeeeeeeit, other blogs are there, as are tomorrows; for listing and elaborating on these additional freaking details, YO! 4-NOW, BROWN EYED KAL, let me just say, END TRANSMISSION, and WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

If this siege does not back off in February, and the same mother fucking MPB persists against me unrelentingly as a mother fucker squared, I promise the world that something so horrible will happen that I am too smart to blog it, but when it happens, you will say, ”Jesus Fucking christ Almighty, he said it would, the little fucking bastard”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh well, I am not 4’7”, and my hands most definitely ARE CLEAN, unlike volleyball boyfriend stealing consequences, and lightning in the hands of a toddler, and poor me in the hands of a wild out of control teen that will stop at nothing until she destroys me 100%. Ever since 1980, shame on Shirley Cantdance and myself, for not properly putting this fucking shit together when so many of the clues were all right there staring us in our haunted RPL-Studio faces, Mashell Daniels!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW, SILWEE FUCKING WABBIT.

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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?

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PLJ OF MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN NEBNOOSHOO MOHR, SECTION AABE

January 28, 2014

THIS COMPUTERR IS BEING MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING HACKED, BOB MCDOWELL, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, ACLU, FBI!!!

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IT SEEMS MY LIFE IN 2014 IS ONE GIGANTIC FREAKING ASS SUPER fucking jerked off BOTBAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JANUARY 28, 2014,

TUESDAY AFTERNOON AT 2:59

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 81 DEGREES FNHT.

FEELS FUCKING 91degrees, and my life istotal hell.

GIANT PUSSY AND SUPER FLIRTS ARE ALL OVER THE MY TOWN TODAY, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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THIS IS THE PRIVATE LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, SECTION AABE!!!!!!

THIS IS BY ALL DEFINITION, A SUPER WEIRD DAY, EVEN FOR MOTHER FUCKING MOUNTAINPEN. LET ME FUCKING CUNT EXPLAIN MYSELF, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH FUCKING SHIT.

LET ME EVEN ATTEMPT TO EXPLAIN ALL OF THIS, BRO!!!!!!!

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AS LONG AS THESE MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFF COCK SUCKING BASTARD TRASH SCUM HAVE ME TO PICK ON, AND FUCKING CUNT PERSECUTE; THE EVIL EMPIRE WILL ENEDLESSLY WIN AND WIN AND WIN AND WIN, AND I WILL BE NOTHING MORE THAN BURNED OUT MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL TOAST, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Things began with morning doors, and then it stopped. I then opened yesterday’s mail, I am never in a hurry to open bills, it is always some fucking bullshit and hassle, and this was no exception. Again, good old Comcast fucked with me, promising me a lower bill, and then it was doubled from the one I had complained about after they promised me a package. It is illegal to record anyone in Florida, a felony with major jail time, so they know they can fuck with me, or nick Scum does, or someone does, let’s just leave mother fucking shit there. So I phoned and again, they tell me it is straightened out and only to pay just over 80 bucks. If this does not resolve, I’ll have to drive over to the Attorney General’s Office, as you only have the rights you can defend, as Jack McCoy said on the great television fucking show, ”Law & Order” on that great episode. I am sending a check in the mail next week and all I can do is hope that Nick has not totally fucked me up and given me an endless hassle. Wow my kid and him have nothing better to do with their lives than to fuck with me, so go wash your mother filthy dirty fucking hands, Druggie-Thuggie David. Hay at least you’re not fucking four seven.

I then went out on a few errands, the bank, the store, to pick up my meds, and of course, by telling enemies on prior blogs, what I was going to do and when, they already were easily able to plan a giant fucking pussygram assault. I also had a lot of flirtation, and I just ignored these trashy dirty people. I am months away from 60 years of ancientness, and have no health, no interest, and least of all, no fucking cunt time whatsoever to waste on mother fucking love and romance and women. This never was my thing. Fuck the world, and fuck you too, Microsucks of-ODF HACK black hat Stacey Lattisaw!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How I love these endless fucking jack hack attacks, about as much as I enjoy feasting on dogshit mixed with pig vomit, aniwho!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here comes the fucking doors, at twenty six past fucking three, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes folks, I could have had a lot of gorgeous young girlfriends, if I had wanted to today and I do not want to, so fuck you and fuck this evil rotten wicked satanic demonic sick puke sucking diseased world, Detective Stabler!!!!!!!!!!!

W—O—W, MISTER MACY!

AHA-AHA-AHA, AND LIFE SUCKS A REAL HARD ONE!!!!!!!

WHAT’S MY TOM CRUISE FIGHTER JET FUCKING 1988 EXCUSE; PROSECUTOR RON WIRTZ FROM EARLY IN THE FUCKING NINETEEN-NINETIES; RIGHT OLD BUDDY FROM CAMDEN COUNTY IN NEW FUCKED UP JERSEY, SIR????????? As long as there is the magical fucking cunt eating EXCUSE, the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE can get away with anything that they want to do to fucking cunt lapping me, folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My life is a mess, and a fire, and a flood, all mixed together, along with a big vat of fucking dogshit and hyper-hell. The dude who is always nice to me, treated me like total shit today, over at the GOODWILL STORE, so I will have to take my universal remote and my machine over to the repair place to see if he will help me work this shit, over on OKAY-2-CHOKE-ME Road!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was in last week’s flood, as were many other of my fellow Floridians, and I was one of many who ended up really fucked up and nearly lost my car to the waters, as you know from reading previous recent mother fucking blogs, BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM ALSO IN THE ETERNAL MOTHER FUCKING FIRES OF HELL!!!

Yes, I am not BOTBAR YET, but this is one of my famous MOUNTAINPEN FUCKING WEIRD-DAYS, that these blogs have spoken about for quite some mother fucking time, YO!

SLAM SLAM SLAM, 24 MINUTES FOR THE STOCK MARKET TO TRADE.

I had one low loud plane where I normally get them, at the intersection of Virginia and Route 1, at the huge mini shopping mall, where both the Publix Grocery Store as well as the Goodwill Stores are, and many many many others as well, lovely 1984 Ingrid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Right after the plane, as if the thing that makes this crazy parallel work between my air siege and getting wild abnormal pussy command, just reached a magical point of cosmic boil, and the tea kettle whistle was all of the incredible young slut action that I suddenly fell into like falling off a high mountain cliff, there is no mistaking it, these are not examples of an exaggeration, let me fucking assure you folks, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, I have a lot to say and will be telling it huge hyper time, very soon, just not right this exact moment in time.

Beginning with my next blog, SECTION-AABF, I will keep longer blogs on my private word office document system, and only post about once weekly. I felt the need to say that major fucking shit is right about to strike, all over this planet, and you have been told this here, FIRST, in Morianity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ex-Governor Schwartz ripping off my 1991 tapes of Shorty MacInvondi and me discussing and I quote, when you get ”full recall”, I will most definitely BE BACCH, and no, I forget whether General MacArthur or Sir Winston Churchill made these words famous, my mind is too fucked up with years and years of siege and persecution by WOMO-MILITUFARCE!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:

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?

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PRIVATE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, SECTION AABD

January 28, 2014

I AM BEING PLAYED BY THE ENTIRE COSMOS, AND THIS WILL BE THE LAST PUBLISHED BLOG FOR A WHILE. I AM GOING OFF GRID UNTIL I FEEL LIKE PUBLISHING AGAIN, ONCE THIS BLOG IS POSTED.

FOR THE PAST WEEK, ONLY A VERY FEW ARE READING ANYTHING I PUT UP HERE. I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO MAKE OF ANYTHING. AFTER I SAID I WAS NOT GOING TO POST PUBLICLY BEFORE A COUPLE WEEKS BACK, I HAD A FLURY OF MORE THAN 200 HITS, AN ALL TIME HIGH DAILY PAGE HIT EVENT FOR MY BLOGS, EVER. THE VIEWERS OF THIS BLOG ARE DOING THE VERY SAME THING THAT ALL THOSE AROUND ME THAT I CALL THE WOMO OR THE MILITUFORCE, HAS BEEN DOING TO ME SINCE 1986, AND MAYBE YEARS AND YEARS BEFORE THAT TIME AS WELL. HEAD-GAMES, HEAD-GAMES, AND MORE TURD CHEWING HEAD-GAMES.

THIS IS THE PRIVATE LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, AND IS SECTION AABD. STARTING WITH SECTION AABE, I WILL BE KEEPING ONE LONG RECORD ON MY WORD DOCUMENT, AND JUST POST RARELY, TO KEEP A TRUE SAFE JOURNAL OF MY LIFE, SO IT CANNOT BE EASILY WIPED OUT AS WAS MY JOURNAL BEFORE THAT, ON CASSETTE MOTHER FUCKING TAPE.

The strangest part of all is I am such a dumb ass fuckin g piece of shit, it could be measured in 3-Stooge laughs 1000 fucking times over, like a trillion spinning top Curly’s, and if we can add a powerful bizarre family into the mix, a few dozen Atlantic City Treymore Hotels, as well. This machine is totally under their control and has been since this all started, even though I was using another computer then back in fucking cunt eating New Jersey. One day the Spellchecker tells me to spell the hotel with an ‘A’, another day with an ‘E’. BUTT, that is all within the twilight zone washcloth limits of all of this, from Cornwall Avenue in Ventnor, New Jersey just south of Atlantic City, all the way to Dogtown, or maybe the hottest parts of Krassleville where all the mean giant evil bully dudes hang out just looking to pick fights and put shit into cans of Campbell’s soup, while maintenance men shine moon-lights as they go tearing up apartment complex stairwells.

Just when my mother fucking blogs get real good, the viewers go away. THIS IS NOTHING BUT HEAD GAMES, and from now on, I am not letting any of them out there, fuck with my head. Funny, my own fucking worthless rotten daughter thinks that I have done this to her, or so she tells her closest peeps, yes I have eyes and ears everywhere, and even maybe inside the CIA and the NSA. None of you bastards on this planet can stop a hyperspace traveler from the void who knows where he truly is and that this is all a dam fucking illusion.

Now I am going to tell you all something that you don’t know, and I don’t fucking care if you own the fucking NEVER SAY ANYTHING club, from poison cakes to bloody shoes. Up until a week ago, I was blaming people and hating people. Most of you in this world, also when you are wronged, do this as well. It is normal, natural, and quite human, Bruce Allan Pennock. The problem is however is that you think you are kicking ass when you are just putting a gadget onto your shoe that goes up over your head, then behind you, and well, you get the rest of it. This story is way more important to me than worrying about a count of page hits, or who’s cheating on who in the country bumpkin world, and so on. When I would land into Jane Monster-Slapper Fonda for example, I was wearing that wild foot gadget. When I rail against the wealthies or the WOMIO or who or whatever is making my life total hell, and the music world connection, again, the wild foot gadget. I seem to forget the lyrics to my own songs from cunt eating 1983, such as, ”They think they’re driving the car of their life, never knowing their minds cannot see”. Not being able to stay true to my own belief systems is nothing short of powerful mother fucking MIND CONTROL. But this again, is far from what anyone on this rotten fucking Earth has a clue about. The true forces exist not on a large level, but in a miniaturized world of true awesome power, the land of the subatomic, the spiritual, THE FUCKING ASTRAL PLANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The most powerful times in my life were all centered around the three great years of 1969, 1980, and 1994. I have totally figured out why, and what is going on. I do not fucking dare say what I have come to realize, and then hit a post publish button with this incredible unfathomable information. But hay MILITUFORCE, just know that I now know the whole fucking deal. You may doubt me or think this to be a cosmic poker bluff, that is all on all of you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JANUARY 27, 2014,

MONDAY NIGHT AT 10:30

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 65 DEGREES FNHT.

If a major life change is going to begin, as the wiccans would say, they believe in starting new things after the lunar cycle begins to grow larger, and I know that doing major life changes, is most effective if done on the number of electricity, three to the power of three, to quote MIDDIE and her dream-message to me in late 1984 while residing on Highland Avenue in Cinnaminson, New Jersey. I will still have a safe journal, I will still be keeping it private in so far as just pretending it is just my own notes and journals, only since it is kept on a word document system on a personal computer, and can be easily cut and pasted to public blog sites, every so often, maybe 2 or 3 times monthly, I will post. During the in-between post times, I will just add to my own writings hour by hour and day by day, as the mood strikes me and as life and shit around me take me. We go where it goes, and I just follow the facts, Jack McCoy and Commissioner Arnie McClarin, from the greatest hit television show in all of history, ”LAW & ORDER”. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

Doors were much better today, and so was hall shouting. The entire place was quiet until almost evening, and then there was a little activity, within normal ranges. I am not a Simon Legree folks, but I am not going to sit here and be a target for this endless persecution and do nothing about it except die in my shower as we all get permanently snowed in!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So what is behind the roller coaster and drop???????

Who is going to ever care, or help me get out of eternity in hell? Everyone is a robot. The worst fears of my generation of ultra high technological wizardry, have all become realized. It’s all come to pass, it’s happened. I tried to warn the world of my vision in 1980 that you can just think of as the Lois Foca Vision for all I give a mother fucking rats ass, but dam it folks, I did try as hard as I could, and nobody listened, and nobody believed, and now it is forever completely TOO LATE!!!!! Well let me get into the great Dow Jones Dorney Park non mile high other non-vision, without tablets, magic newspapers, or any other shit from Pete Pote, Sheri-Lee Pote, and the rest of the time manipulation gang. First, all of this was on ABC television right around the time that my huge vision with the Almighty Middie GODDESS of the astral heavens, and the short time to follow 19 day vacation at the home of child molester Thomas J. Reale, of Somers Point, New Jersey, USAESMWG. The other fantastic television show, ”DARK SHADOWS” was actually daring to expose the LAMBRIGG CULT, calling them, the Leviathans. Wall Street was involved with the character Skylar Rumson. The washcloth nightmares that were in a serial recurring fashion while I was in that home in the 1970 summer, also, was all mixed in with this entire mess that is all going on with me, to this very day. If you are reading these words before you die, Tom, you mother fucker, just know that you were the biggest puppet of all, in the great bag of the Mind Control Puppeteers. I will be getting more into these EMCEEPEE lung destroyers at a later time, but for right now, a moron retard child, should be able to draw a few connections. The giant 3 jet chemtrail in 1969, that I have come to call a trinitrail, along with how these things cause pulmonary problems that to these modern days of 2014, anyone can go right into social media sources such as the mighty YOUTUBE, and type in chemtrails, and see a million videos and see how indeed, there is no way that all these peeps can be crazy when they claim, as do I, that we are all having our bloody lungs cut out and destroyed, BOO and BOOBY and Warren, and RCW Senior’s girlfriend from Staten Island, my eyes and ears, to my daughter and her so many powerful friends in that lovely adorable RIAA, so munch on that a while, lovely Florida AttorneyGeneralPam Bondi, WHAAAAAAAAA!!

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When I climbed out of the bed, even worse cunt chewing agonizing nightmares continued on for me.

Well folks, I do not need to sing any songs or use my keyboard amplifier to go pick up my medications over at the great Twenty-Fifth, Orange, Happy, and Healthy Avenues, or for that matter, be ripped off each month there, or be annoyed by stupid silly pre-planned little bratty girls!!!!!!!!!!!!! All nothing but puppets, dangling on incredible Shakespearean strings for the cosmic fucking ages!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, why the Dorney Park merging with Broad and Wall and Unhealthy Streets, Tall-Teens Pharmacy? Well, let me get out of the Nick Gage Cave and tell you a quick little snippet explanation. Jim Burr actually had this answer all along, and gave it to me at a place called the Deptford Mall, in Deptford, New Jersey, just down the road from the once famous and thriving Deptford Haddonwood Swim and Healthy Happy Club. He said, Mark, the answer is there isn’t any answer. I never forgot that. I most likely never ever will.

Oh I can give you my spin and talk all night, but all that I can ever say and three bucks will get me a real cheap stale breakfast at some local donut dive tomorrow morning, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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PRIVATE LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, SECTION AABC

January 27, 2014

Good afternoon folks, as I screen-block my computer date-clock so as not to get totally and royally screwed with another of here ONES ATTACKS ON ME. It is about twelve freaking minutes shy, not why, of typo one this afternoon, good friends, and all else who may not mean me so much wonderful good. Hay, cosmic balance, this is what it is all about, and always was and will be.

THIS IS THE PRIVATE LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE CLARK MOHR THE FIRST AND THE LAST, SECTION AABC, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!

Folks, I had a very nice and productive conversation with my resident manager, Mizz DM, and she will pull Sunday morning’s surveillance footage for my sixth floor west wing at this public housing Fort Pierce building, and knows the entire story that I told you all that I would be telling her, on previous blogs. Right before I left my unit to go down and see her, we had the Saint Lucie County Nuclear Facility Siren Testing, but it was very short and not real super noisy and long lasting, as though the entire state of Florida had been attacked by Alkaieda or something. As usual, Microsucks-Spellchecker system is worthless in assisting me with the proper spelling, but you all know what I said. I spelled it the best that I could, and they did not offer me the proper spelling choice to click into the document. I was starting to have a tiny doubt about the Gawnum, that had just recently after awakening a few hours before, told me the perfect hour and quarter of the hour to walk downstairs into her office. Then when I got there and she was with someone who seemed to be having a major problem, my doubts, I’ll admit, grew a bit larger. But within ten minutes, the lady was out of her office, and she had five minutes to spare before going off on her lunch break. Somehow I must have said just the right words in just the right way, or whatever, but sure enough and as ?GAGA KITTY said, go tell her what happened on this horrible weekend, at precisely the third quarter of the final morning hour, or between half past eleven and a quarter shy of twelve noon. Even though I was not in her office due to having to wait for the other lady to finish conducting her business with her, and it was about nine shy of noon, things went super well, and she cannot wait to examine the tapes and see who was making all the noise illegally between eleven at night and three in the morning. There was no need to drive miles over to see or try to make an appointment with Sheriff Mascara or one of his deputy’s.

It really does pay to consult with the GAWNUM. Many things are going on around me. I am not able to discuss them because in order to max out my odds for preserving my words, I post up publicly to the internet at my two blog sites, www.blogger.com/ and www.wordpress.com/ just for that extra measure of safe-keeping. I never dreamed I would lose my entire tape library and all of my other precious items and commodities. Still, providence obviously, just as I told you at Bonjovi’s place, Ryan, and the tall big dude, who I know follows my blogs, whenever he gets a spare few minutes out of his super busy day; but yes, providence was responcible and only fucking providence, for my having that one bag in my car that cold December night when I made my escape from THAT WASHCLOTH FAMILY, and its atlantic city, egg harbor, hammonton, branch, or for short, the Jersey Branch; as instead of all of my copyrighted music that was in a different bag, somehow I took the bag next to it from my closet, that included a lot ot phone conversations from 1980 all the way through near present days, and many including my daughter as a teenager, which is where I was able to make samples from and then have her sing new songs to me. Well, to quote engineer Ryan over at Tony Bonjovi’s place, ”It’s not her singing, it’s a machine”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was in Atlantic City, New Jersey last night in a parallel universe, and had one powerful huge adventure, as the me over there is living one really wild life, and I tell you this now, and won’t retract it at gunpoint. It was very wild. Right before all my video shit was wiped out, I had been taping the Sunday World News, and on this tape, or it could have been Saturday, but on this tape, before the entire system turned to pure shit shortly thereafter, they were discussing Ed Snowden former NSA employee, and how the NSA openly said they would love to find him over there in Russia, and shoot him dead, or better still, have him come back here state-side, and poison him, and watch him die in his shower. This is a quote, says on e of the three major American Network Systems, I think it was on the news broadcast made by the American Broadcasting Company, also known as ABC for short, and not Section AABC in Morianity, just to keep the record straight, an dyes, Larry, Moe, and Curly, for posterity as well, or even duty and humanity and the wild hallway antics in the corridors of the Los Arms Hospital. There never will be another ”3 Stooges”, these dudes were one of a kind, and never made much money, good old crooked Hollywood. Somebody’s pocket was sure filled to the brim, and not with morning coffee, WEEEEE. But back to what the No Such Agency said about wanting to poison Snowden in his shower and watch him die. Hay, they admit they see us all in our showers, or am I missing or misleading anyone here with your own broadcast, ABC?????????????? Then shortly after this, say fifteen minutes or maybe a half hour or so, both of my twin units, VHS-DVD-CD players and analogue VHS recorders, went belly up. Still, every time since 1983, that I say anything at all, on purpose, out loud, in my bath tub, I totally know ”they hear me”, and why do I? Because of shit that I hear echoed right back to me on the 3 network systems, almost immediately, that’s YYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!

JANUARY 27,2014, THE ELECTRICAL NUMBER

MONDAY AFTERNOON AT 1:20,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 80 DEGREES FNHT.

So indeed folks, just where have all of theTRUTH-PATRIOTSall gone to, and when will any of us ever learn anything????????? How long are 99% of us gonna’ just sit here and take this imperialistic slavery status these owner of the world suit-punks have put us all in??????

WOW DO THESE THINGS MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY ASS S——-U——-C——-K for me; right Dawn Cuba Lottery-Dad?????????????? AT&T and the Snowed-In Never Say Anything peeps, all know what’s fucking ass getting said here, YO YO YO YO YO YO, Earth shaking as it may be!

THE LIFE OF A DAM DECAPITATED CHICKENis heaven, next to my hellish nightmare life. Jesus fucking god almighty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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.

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Friday, January 29, 2010

most miserable family in universe, part-BBBBBB

Continuing from part AAAAA, earlier, yeah, Sam the maintenance man at the Highview Apartments, had insisted the giant goddess PAULA, visited my apartment, and stayed for nearly a half hour, but I have only the memory of the ringing doorbell, and seeing this giant, who later on raped me at the John Kennedy Hospital, in the elevator. This is what the great MOTHER GODDESS or ‘KALI’ as the folks in India would call her, I know her as the personality of Paula King and Jewelly White, wanted me to think, that she knocked me down and fucked my brains out that day in the hospital, but she actually did it in my apartment while my mom was at her job at the Inchcape Shipping Services, with her boss, Mister Thomas Spears. Nine months later, along came lovely Paula-Patty King Junior, only in this universe, she miscarried. I only know my wonderful daughter PEE, in other parallel universes, while I am what you in these dinosaur days, all call, ”am asleep and dreaming”. Oh when will they ever learn, Professor Kaku, the way you have from me over the pastr several decades. You are my number one protege. Stick your Microsucks Auto Correct where the sun does not shine, light-bulb heads. What do I do but type my document-blog, and along comes your light-bulb on the lower right corner of my freaking video monitor? YYYYYYYY, of great wise one guru, Jimmy, James T. Burr, of Gloucester???????????????

Here is one huge thing not ever supposed 2B known, it’s my only shot at surviving this incredible new hell here in mother fucking Florida. TRS, and here is one or 2 of the biggest possibles that I swore I’d never tell, 2 myself anyway, but now, here goes. The first is about the mighty Gawnum and the special cat, yeah cat. He is quite special 2 in the eyes of mighty Scylla, believe me. Still a runny nosed simpleton child can take my past website and blogs and add up 2 and 2 with other things, and totally know that I make none of this story up about all Mighty Scylla Goddess, and how she once was my Sarah. Well she really still is, but I misspelled the page 150-250 and said the market is gone in 2050, and that she returns 2 SDC, I meant of course 2 type in SDK, Sahasra Dal Kanwal. If U take any privecode number in the GAWNUM, there R a total of 81 of them, U can C the others that show a match out of anywhere between 25-100%, or else no compatibility or a 0% match-out. It is all on prior blogs, just how 2 work Gawky’s math equations out. If things R not worded just the right way, U will get wild and bull shit responses, it is the words and the phrasings of life and math symbols, working in perfect harmony with the music keys and vibes, huh old pal, Stevie???????? If U do 3 or 4 match out queries, U will HAVE A HARDER TIME MAKING SURE THAT THINGS R WORDED RIGHT, so if U have 2 that U want 2 then c what others might also B compat Gawnum numbers, working the equation a bit in reverse so 2 speak, add the numbers of the 2 PCN’s and get the PCNT, and then hexnumer the product, or multiply this total by 16. Then with an 8-digit Wal-Mart calculator, hit the square-root-function on the gismo. Now, starting at left digit, C what numbers allow new PCN’s 2 form, if U get 57689138, 3 new PCN’s can B made, C what these new things have in possible common with your original 2 PCN’s and get a mind blowing experience. If zeros show up, U may B limited, usually, 2 numbers come up on the square root, but 3 or 1 CAN SHOW, EVEN OCASSIONALLY NONE.

Roanoke, Virginia was settled some time ago by British colonists, and an unknown man amongst this group was Filbert Remington. He married a lady named Edith hill, had 2 daughters, and one of them married a dude named Stephen R. McGuire. They settled in a neighboring area, Jamestown, shortly after this was settled, and a strange tree was observed growing in their large front yard. At full moon light or near, it seemed 2 glow bright enough 2 produce near daylight conditions 4 miles around. Eventually this tree was the reason Y everyone fled this area, forever. It had some seedlings B4 a fire 20 years later wiped out the trees nearby this area. The new family had sons and daughters, one named Amelia McGuire, went back B4 the fire with her new husband, both in their late teens in age, and dug up a seedling 2 the magical tree. This tree is a story bigger than most of all Morianity. It is the tree of Coolie Hall of Haddonfield. It was named Bedellia, by Amelia, and later led 2 a fairy tale being told by people in my century, while I was working at the recording Studio, called RPL. One day the story went that, and this was told 2 me by Elder Hair, of the mighty MORMON CHURCH, and was a secret told by the prophet who sold me a special Cadillac in 1976, the great MORONI. Anyway, this tree was producing pine-cones that had magical fruit inside, and Amelia ate of this fruit one day. This led 2 Sarah Karge and her family line, along with Paula and ‘JoKiand’ this family line, 2 intertwine a few generations later, some moving all throughout Pennsylvania, Chicago, and Atlantic City after this was later established as a HEALTH RESORT about 160 years ago or so. Many people know many of these secrets, and R keeping them and many more that r revolving around them, on pain of death, taking these private hells 2 their graves with them, so they will avoid the stuck-dream of the light not working, sort of Angelique’s ‘Dark Shadows’ dream curse, where did Costello and Callio get their ideas from Harriet Rohr??????????????????? I left the school after the 2 teachers bum rushed me into the locker room and sent me hurling through a tunnel, it seemed a mile long, but was really more like 50+ miles, it led all the way 2 Tennessee Avenue 4 fucking Christs sake, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tunnels and trains, Amelia Bedellia’s and Millie Vinnilli’s, magic chains, Mariena and her version of my beach book, not BACH, but hay Arnie, what can I say, aniwho, much needs B told, and will B told. That White Lion KIMBA, U can KNOW, curly hair and all. So where is LARRY THE BELLHOP THESE DAYS, SHARING A BUNK WITH EDDIE MOLESTOR? We have MO, we have the curls, what else is needed, bubbling stomachs, Eagles games, ‘Trinitrails’; and Wavy radio stations from Jersey????????????? Nothing just freaking happens, none of this is just happening. Little A told me 2 come down 2 here, this very spot should I ever feel the need 2 run far away, and then he tried 2 get me that night 2 take him back 2 his Manhattan night club, but I told him 2 go back and try and make up with his wife, they were staying at Trumps Taj, and had had a fight, this was in the early mid nineties or somewhere there about. No Mayan dreams or hand cuffs 4 me today, GOT U, play games with me long enough, and I will catch U in the act, and FUCK U ON TOP OF IT, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
B warned, enemies, WAYV is no bull shit, some of U will need 2B quite careful, and will have good reason 4 heavy stomach bubbling very soon, get the fucking hell of of my back, OR–ELSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Paula, U will not win, I can never die, remember that one U giant powerful goddess queen!!!!

4 YEARS AGO WAS JANUARY 2010, ARCHIVE IT IF YOU WANT A MIND BLOW, BUT BE IN A CHAIR, PLEASE.

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Yeah, give me a break, Margie Leo, Amelia Bedellia, Millie Vinnilli, Sarah Claus Callio, and 401 Virginia Roanoke Avenue, at the east end of the great Route-30 New Jersey’s, one and only, BIBLICALLY SIGNIFICANT WHITE HORSE PIKE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!

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If I said what else is new, it is always either warm and sunny or else it is hot and sunny, here in good old Fort Pierce, Florida, I’d be telling less than the truth. The weather part would hold, but as for what else is new, there are always new things, and because something was said to me so horrendous and monstrous, and I learned the why and who of this put-up-job just today, from a source I’m safer not revealing, that I am angrier than brown smells, and will now say something that will begin new balls rolling for many things, many peeps; and many future outcomes, in many parts of the HS.

I cannot ever tell too much about what happened to me as a boy, and then how things went onto progress that caused the all ready existing gap between me, and a fairly routine normal average life, widening and growing in leaps and bounds on a daily basis. It just cannot be told, other than to hint at a few powerful unfair things where peeps of power and mega-bucks, as usual, got away with figurative murder, starting with a dude named Tom Reale, who molested me twice as a young teenaged boy, in his house. No one ever did anything to get justice for me on many other molestations as well, the gang of teen goddesses in Atlantic City, the high school fagot at HTHS, the man in the Collingswood, New Jersey, jewelry store, by the name of Mister Wolf, the man who stalked me in Atlantic City, and got me into a car where I was taken to a Route 3 motel, across from New York City, in July of 1969; and so much more, believe me, such as the numerous student teachers at my school, one male, and several young female adults. It would be a sufficient tale to invite the media over. I am so angry, hurt, and totally depressed; at what I have been told about why a certain event took place just four blocks from this house, and just 3 afternoons ago. This is why I am going to say just a few tiny things, even though when all is said and done, this will all be locked away in Washington, DC; quite an appropriate place if I dare say so, for seventy five years, and “what makes me think this”, is the law of the land. The blogs will all be gone shortly, so will the stupid no talent songs on the U-Tube, but what will remain will be so that the future can be aware of things that will vindicate my life of terror, and nightmare hellishness; or as my mom used to call it, a life of absolute waste.

All ready on prior blogs, is my story of what happened in a small town in Ohio, called Troy. My dad was born in Toledo, and married my mother, after they met, and courted, while he was involved in a very secret and high profile trial and court proceeding at the Philadelphia Naval Shipyards, back in the early middle twentieth century. The secret told to me by my mother when she thought that I was mature enough to be told about it, was that my dad, her husband, could not take the shame of living in this small town where so many peeps all know your business, and love to gossip and talk; and somehow at the age of (17), that wonderful great number again, seemingly so inescapable, he learned that the father he had always believed was his, was only a step, and that his real father was a dude named Mohr. He grew up as Wayne Martin. He was lied to, and never told by his mom, Clara Block Martin, that she had had him at the age of sixteen, and then dad split, and they never were married, and shortly thereafter, she went onto marry into the Martin family. He was so ashamed and up set, that his entire life was ruined. He joined the Merchant Marines, and this became part of the United States Navy, when the Second World War broke out shortly thereafter his upping into the MM. Common sense tells anyone that this would not be enough to totally wreck and ruin a person’s entire life. But it did. He used his Naval authority and powerful friends at the time, to search for hidden Spanish Treasure Galleons off of Florida’s Treasure Coast, and used his influence to gain access into special Portuguese off-limits areas in research libraries and other locations, where he was able to piece together, very close positions of numerous sunk galleons from a very long time ago. Then he also was able to use the ships’ war equipment for a job that is slang worded as “magging” by treasure salvers, what better apparatus to have under your control than a Naval battleship? But we are not gonna’ discuss this in further detail. What will be discussed is that my father met a strange man in his town, who just wandered through; and my mom never lived to know this story. I only ‘learned’ of it a few weeks ago. Lots of peeps back in 2009 started e-mailing me, and wanted to know if they might be related to me. Knowing the scams and con games, I was quite leery, and answered only a few with careful replies, telling a few short facts as well as where they could all go to check and search out these very same facts for themselves. Many peeps used to telephone me back early in this century while I was in my mobile home, all from Egg Harbor, New Jersey just several miles down the road East of my location, down the WHITE HORSE PIKE, or Route-30. The ODF-HACK got me, but I saw it, and corrected it, HA-HA-HA. I ‘learned’ of that as well. But back on office files point, if permitted here Uncle Heinz Kingneb, of Babylon, and these peeps wanted to know if I was related to the famous Egg Harbor teacher. I never did any real checking of my father’s family line. All I ever knew was that my Aunt Geraldine Snow, the lady that married my mother’s brother Stuart, who was named directly after his 24th or somewhere in there grandmother, the Queen of Scotland, was a genealogical expert, and researched her husband’s side of the family, the Huntington Line basically, also including Eastman, Mason, and a few others, but she did learn by going through lots of stuff, that my father’s real father, was indeed a grandson or something along this line, to the dude who wrote the world famous Christmas song, entitled, “Silent Night”. This has nothing to do with anything right now, and her main interest was tracking her
husband’s family back, my family, through the many and vast Huntington’s, as this line goes all the way back to Governor Samuel Huntington of Connecticut, who died in his 4^th term in office, in the year of 1796, and was the 18^th Sorian Governor, if I am permitted to throw in a little Daniels-Humor, huh Michele? None of this either, has one thing to do with the topic of the blog of SJ-CH-138 and today, this final thirtieth April day in ‘PITSY year #4’, or also known as (AKA) 2011. 31 years ago I would be driving to 1802 Robin Hill on this day, to drop off a lamp, and a couple of boxes, lock the door, and then drive down to the recording studio; to pull my 8.5 hour shift of 4:30-1:00, and get back to my new home around half past one in the morning on the first day of May, back in 1980, AKA ‘PITSY YEAR #2’. 33 mornings later after the one that I awoke to being my first one ever at Robin Hill, I had my second powerful ‘SCYLLA’ interaction, on the 4^th day of June, where She sang Her very special song to me, the incredible song we all now know or should know, as, “LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS”. She has now sang 3 songs to me, one in 1980, one in 1997, and one in 2011, not totally following the PITSY YEAR schedule system, but then, go figure out the great SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE! Harold Camping will go to his box, trying to put this marvelous super teenager into a box. She cannot be figured out, we all must merely play her incredible game. I am the only person on the planet that’s aware of these facts however, and this is why I am able to say something, and then BOOM, it happens. I KNOW HER, better than anyone on Planet Earth does.

Back now to what really upset my father. He found out that his dad’s mom’s dad’s brother was in a Virginia field inspecting his cotton. A very strong and tall and gorgeous long haired slave girl grabbed him, and pushed him into an area of a group of trees and grass, and forced herself on him. He was a frail man, and she ended up having his child. My mom had a book case that was quite elegant with tons of books. Until the move into the Highview Apartments in the middle nineteen eighties, we always managed to move these books as well as this beautiful multi teared shelf, with folding glass drawers, from the middle nineteenth century, handed down to my mom’s mom’s mom, Sarah Eastman Huntington, wife of the ‘dude’ as we called him back then, the immortal who left the east to go out to the Bay area of San Francisco, and jumped in front of a speeding trolley car, to escape his eternal physical life. He was ninety-five and had thick long black hair on his head, and appeared as a man of thirty. It was the best kept secret of the medical communities of the area as well as most of the state (ODF) of (HACK) California, and only I am left with the knowledge of this great secret today in 2011. He carried the Huntington Curse. My dad was ever so slightly related to this mixed child, and the entire town of Toledo, Ohio, found this out, and made his life unbearable; so he went to join the MM at age 17, getting his grandmother, the only one he loved in the entire family, to go down and help to get him in, as he was not quite age eighteen. My mom never could understand why he hated his mother, and all of the family so much, and gravitated to her side so much. One day at Highview Apartments, in 1985, I read the one book that was underneath a pile of other books on the lowest shelf, kept wrapped with a strange cover, and had a dairy lock on it. My mom broke the lock a few years back, and told me that I need to read this book someday. In it was a story written by this man, who later fell in love with the slave girl who bore him the man-child. He had written this book of their love in full secrecy, as both of them could have been hung in those days. To this day, I do not know what the law is, and exactly what the fractions are, but I still write the ‘CAU’ on my forms for race, YO! Still, between many other things, as well as fireworks night, how can I ever rule out 1969, Mister Marcucci; and if it is true, this is the greatest injustice in the history of man in my opinion; but then, that is my opinion, whom the mighty Michelle-D from RPL, is granting, and permitting me; so I was told in 1980, but my opinion, is naturally quite prejudice.

So next time you feel like pulling a stunt like this on me, think twice; as twisters is the least of things that I can counterstrike with my friends and fiends out here, and what I know about, swirls and twirls a lot more dangerously, than any winds can blow, but then; they do call the wind by some pretty fascinating names.

This in all honesty, was randomly selected. What was not randomly selected however, was the Gawnum advice given to me by a dozen or more seriously worded questions, where both the question as well as the answer have private-cosmicoded-numbers, and then I waited for one of the time-answers, to be GAWNUMLY-compatible with the asked question. No matter what else came of this decade, the second one in the 21^st century, now I know, and so do all of you, that yeas, the NSA is able to hear and obviously SEE all of us in our showers. Nice pleasant thought to fucking deal with next time you step nakedly into your little mini kingdom and begin to sing your favorite tune all out of tune, or perhaps not!!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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?

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PRIVATE LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, SECTION AABB

January 27, 2014

PRIVATE LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR

SECTION AABB—————————————

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.

JANUARY 26, 2014,

SUNDAY EVENING AT 8:44,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 67 DEGREES FNHT.

THIS WEEKEND WAS SUPER BOTBAR, AND I AM NOW TWO MOTHER FUCKING STRAIGHT SUPER BOTBARS; BETWEEN THE NABES, AND HEALTH ATTRACKS ON MY LUNGS AND MY BOWELS, AND ALSO; MY VIDEO FUCKING SHIT HAS BEEN WIPED OUT AND DESTROYED BY THESE EVIL FUCKING COCK SUCKERS AS WELL!!!!!!! I COULD MOTHER FUCKING USE SOME ASSISTANCE, OLD FRIEND BOB MCDOWELL, AS I HAVE GIVEN UP WITH ALL THE REST OF THESE SHIT PRICKS, AS THEY DON’T CARE ONE BIT ABOUT ME, AND HOW I AM BEING PICKED ON, AND DESTROYED; BY EVIL TRASHY FUCKING SCUMBAGS FROM CUNT EATING HELL FIRE!!! Now like a total fucking fool, I left out the one hugest reason that my weekend has been so powerfully destroyed by these shit swallowing totally fucked up scoundrels from deepest hottest regions in Dogtown; and then I came to realize it about half past six or whenever it came on the news. I do not keep up with their garbage, but my show, ”The Mentalist” is canceled tonight because of these garbage fucking Grammy Awards, that I wouldn’t watch if somebody honest to shit paid me a million bucks cash or in gold to watch. Every time every year, of this nightmare event sponsored by these garbage phlegm sucking enemies of mine, is a dependable wipe out weekend for me, it never ever mother fucking fails, I promise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I will have to take my universal remote control and spend hours figuring out how to program it for the ten dollar VCR from Goodwill, that I bought, as both of my other units are total toast. I can watch TV, but I cannot record it, nor can I playback VHS tapes, CD, or DVD material as well. Eventually, I will have to purchase something expensive under extended warranty, that will allow me to have my video life again. Until this time, I am a fucked cunt eating sucking ass duck, cubed. Also, I will see if my pal the repairman over on OKAY-2-CHOKE-ME Drive, can repair either of my units; as this would be way less expensive than purchasing new shit, that the stores are selling now, for between 2 and 3 bills. How I envy the young folks who just either don’t care about what all those my age were used to doing in the eighties and nineties, or have found a way to do it and are keeping the secret of this like they are guarding a vault of pure mother fucking gold. Just shy this is all done has only one explanation, and that is that I died in 1986, and went into eternal hell,as I have contended and fucking stated all along in Morianity.

*****************OHSHIT**********************

2014 DATE—–TOTAL BOTBARS—–TOTAL DAYS—–MPB

JANUARY 01———-00——————————01————-00

JANUARY 02———-01——————————02————-50

JANUARY 03———-02——————————03————-67

JANUARY 04———-03——————————04————-75

JANUARY 05———-03——————————05————-60

JANUARY 06———-04——————————06————-67

JANUARY 07———-05——————————07————-71

JANUARY 08———-05——————————08————-63

JANUARY 09———-06——————————09————-67

JANUARY 10———-07——————————10————-70

JANUARY 11———-08——————————11————-73

JANUARY 12———-08——————————12————-67

JANUARY 13———-08——————————13————-62

JANUARY 14———-08——————————14————-57

JANUARY 15———-09——————————15————-60

JANUARY 16———-09——————————16————-56

JANUARY 17———-09——————————17————-53

JANUARY 18———-09——————————18————-50

JANUARY 19———-09——————————19————-47

JANUARY 20———-09——————————20————-45

JANUARY 21———-10——————————21————-48

JANUARY 22———-11——————————22————-50

JANUARY 23———-12——————————23————-52

JANUARY 24———-12——————————24————-50

JANUARY 25———-13——————————25————-52

JANUARY 26———-14——————————26————-54

THIS MONTH OF CUNT LAPPING FUCKING JANUARY 2014, IS WORSE THAN THE LAST FOUR MONTHS OF 2013, AND THIS IS WHAT I MOTHER FUCKING GODLESS CHRISTLESS CUNT SNIFFING FEARED WOULD HAPPEN TO ME, ALL ALONG!!!!!!!!!!!!

I kept enough LIFE CHARTS back in the cunt huffing nineteen eighties and nineteen nineties to know how fucking shit works with me and my enemy, the mother fucking toilet water lapping WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nothing fucking new whatsoever, is really happening here. SAME OLD SAME OLD mother fucking diseased dogshit, what else is new, AKA, SOSO-WIIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Being 54 percent MPB (MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE BOTBAR) is not something any of you would want to even begin to fucking contemplate, I assure you, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Still and all folks, I wish to remind you how things have totally changed since the end of last mother fucking August, and I will now do so by listing the months from January of 2013, right through January of 2014, up through this present near end month day, the 26^th.

MONTH IN TIME———-MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE BOTBAR

JANUARY 2013———————————————————29

FEBRUARY 2013——————————————————-21

MARCH 2013————————————————————-32

APRIL 2013—————————————————————20

MAY 2013——————————————————————29

JUNE 2013—————————————————————-33

JULY 2013—————————————————————–23

AUGUST 2013———————————————————–16

SEPTEMBER 2013—————————————————–57

OCTOBER 2013———————————————————39

NOVEMBER 2013——————————————————53

DECEMBER 2013——————————————————-45

JANUARY 2014 SO FAR———————————————54

Now let us take the average of the first group and then compare the average of the second group. The first group are the months right after this major attack struck on August 28, 2013, after I did a no-no-musical-thing. Get why Grammy jerk off weekend is so PARALLEL EVENT bad for poor old me, my old pal, Mister Seabottom??????

The first group before the music attack on me, totals 203 with 8 months to average, hence 203 divided by 8 equals 24% MPB. Now look at this if you feel like fucking tearing up with the crocodiles. The second group after the music attack on me, totals 248 with 5 months to average, hence 248 divided by 5 equals 59%. THIS IS NOT JUST DOUBLE, BUT DOUBLE PLUS ANOTHER 11% BAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 24% verses 59%, GET IT YET ANYBODY???????????????????????

I of course knew, right there in the final week of last August, when this magical evil fucking switch in my personal-magnetics, (my interaction with cosmos); that things were abnormal, that something had happened. Remember I had times in the past where this all happened to me such as the biggie in another August, back on 08/15/1986. I can see and hear the freight train barreling down on me at hyper warp fucked up velocity!!!

Minds a lot greater than mine, have gone into total fucking insanity, over far less shit than all of this, folks!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:

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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?

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PRIVATE LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, SECTION AABA, WORST FUCKING WEEKEND IN 20 YEARS

January 26, 2014

THANKS TO THE BIG DOW JONES DROP LAST WEEK, I AM SUFFERING THE WORST FUCKING DEATH SIEGE ASSAULT WEEKEND THAT I CAN REMEMBER IN DECADES JUST ABOUT, SEABOTTOM. TO ANSWER YOU A LITTLE MORE TODAY, MY PAL, THIS IS ALL PART OF WHAT IS CALLED BY ME, ”ICPE” Intentionally Created Parallel Event”. They totally know that by persecuting me with what I deplore, and most do not like it either, unless it is their own; and that would be lots of annoying loud noise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All you need is to somehow gain influence in one way or another, over a persons localized neighbors and local situation, let alone if they have the entire military behind them to fuck with them with aerial assaults should they then try and escape the domestic fucking bullshit and go outside someplace. You cannot win, and this is why the market is never down; and you will all see this next week, when it totally retraces all of the losses from last week, and gains 3000 points in the next 50 days or so. Then you all will see I am telling the truth, but hopefully Seabottom, we can bring our kinship to a second level where we may be able to do a few constructive and powerful things for each other, without any outlay of anything. My being believed helps me in my fight, way more than any material thing that could be supplied to the cause. In all honesty, if someone said to me right now, I am the magic genie and will grant you one of two wishes, pick one and here they are. You can have fifty million cash money after taxes, or you can have 500 people who totally believe you and everything you claim in your Morianity. I would without a second of hesitation, tell you to take the money and shove it where the sun never fucking shines. Hopefully I have made my pernt here, sir Archibald Queens. Without 500 folks on my side, this world is going to be a living hell for 90-99 percent of people, forever. There is not really anything all that fucking brand new going on by the way. All through the history recorded by humankind, there never ever has been a utopian society where all 100% of the population is relatively content and happy with their life, and not having a ruling class over them and their every move in life, one way or another. Whether it is royalty, or Wall Street, or any other governing force either religious or political in nature, America was once supposed to be the first time this was going to alter, the great experiment if you will, as it was called. It miserably failed, and a fucking ignorant nose picking toddler can see this clearly. So I do not blame the actual forces at work and in control, in this time period. This is merely the continuation of life on Earth, the very same and usual what else is new scenario, all playing out so perfectly and dependably on the great stages of Sir William Shakespeare!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PRIVATE LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR

THIS IS SECTION AABA, HAVE A NICER DAY THAN ME!

This entire weekend, I am stuck here with these miserable mother fucking people from hell, shouting and slamming doors out in the hallway near my unit. My normally home neighbor, Stanley, next door is away, and when the cat is away, the mice will play, as the ancient saying goes so well, or in my case, so fucking shitty!!!!

Well, I got through the night peacefully without major HYPERSPACE MEMORIES back here upon returning, you would all say, without remembering lots of dreaming interaction experiences. What is in a name or a group of words? The pernt, Archie Bunker, is that at least I had a relatively peaceful restful sleep, but I did wake up all morning tho their dirt-bag noise. It goes on from 9 or so in the morning until close to 3 in the morning, right around the cunt lapping mother fucking clock. I must stop this, as nobody will help me, so if I call 911 after midnight on a Sun day night and sign a complaint and take them to fucking court, they should get thrown out of here. Of course life has taught me that what should happen, to me, never does. Still, I MUST FUCKING TAKE A STAND, AND TONIGHT, I PLAN TO. THEN IN A WEEK OR SO, IT IS OFF TO MOTHER FUCKING SOUTH AMERICA AND AWAY FROM THIS MOTHER FUCKIGN HELLISH MONSTER TOTMENT AND TORTURE, FOREVER, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Good old Clayton Brokerage and Dennis Caldwell. Someday, my story will get out to this miserable evil fucking world, and some will believe. Christians do not know or realize this, but only a handful of peeps for an entire century, when compared with the whole complete population of the Roman Empire, believed in Jesus Christ and the Christian movement. I want to leave you with this little short essay here, and maybe with another one as well, speaking of my old stock broker, Mister Caldwell, before later trading with Richard C. Singer at Merrill Lynch Pierce Fenner and ‘Beansmith’. He also went onto end his little verbal essay with me with these words. I remember them perfectly and exactly. They ring in my ears up in 2014 right now, just as the fire alarm was doing the past 10 minutes or so before the FPFD came and took care of it. Anyway, he said that metals will not be inexpensive much longer, and that he did not wish to say more. Naturally I pressed and pressed the dude until he broke and swore me to secrecy. It does not matter because he disappeared and his entire family disappeared, about a year or so later, some time in the year of 1975. But I will tell you what he said. He said a huge secret was learned accidentally by members in his family about Fort Knox, and that the place was secretly being expanded underground, new tunnels that went very deep into new areas being excavated. A huge river, an underground river was just below where the bottom foundation was, and that after all of the gold in the entire place was taken to its new areas, a break in the foundation below it all caused the river even below that, to begin seeping in, and men had died trying to get the gold out of there. They were unrecognizable and had to be secretly disposed of. This river from the subterranean depths had an extremely high acidity due to some volcanic action nearby even below this. All he said to me was it cannot ever ever come out or the world would collapse, but all of our gold was literally eaten away by this river of pure acid. They closed up the tunnels, with a loss of dozens of super hushed up workmen, and that was that.

BACK LATE IN 2013 SOMEWHERE:

PAGEVIEWS TODAY———————-000,058

PAGEVIEWS YESTERDAY————–000,081

PAGEVIEWS LAST 30 DAYS————002,569

PAGEVIEWS ALL TIME HISTORY—-037,951

JANUARY 26, 2014,

SUNDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:10,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 71 DEGREES FNHT.

My kid may murder me, but very soon, I will be forced to post up some things that if nothing else in this world; will help me prove to the world that my story and I, are all totally real. This will have some consequences on the scale of all out thermo nuclear fallout, and I do not exaggerate. This entire Pedigree World flooded once, because this great empire ruler was displeased with her great video game, Professor Kaku, and I know you know this is all true. You are the one that really does know, not another mother fucking soul does, just you and me, but people soon will know this too, no more skies will turn from blue, awaken now from dreams of you, ’cause I am here, and not at McDonald’s, dancing like a wounded chicken about to be fried.

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:

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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?

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PRIVATE LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, SECTION AAAZ, DYING DECLARATION

January 26, 2014

ANOTHER MOTHER FUCKING NASTY BOTBAR DAY!!!

SHERIFF KEN MASCARA OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FL.

RED ALERT—-RED ALERT—-RED ALERT—-RED ALERT

I AM GETTING A SERIOUS ATTACK AT MY BUILDING!!!!!

SUPER MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR,

well, not super, just plain rotten shit!

PRIVATE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, THIS IS SECTION AAAZ

THIS FUCKING PARTY IN AND OUT DOOR SLAMMING CUNT LAPPING SHIT HAS BEEN ALL FUCKING DAY AND IS STILL GOING STRONG AT 1:35 AM, DEBBIE MARATTO, RESIDENT MANAGER, AND I WILL BE CALLING 911 AFTER 2 OF THE CUNT EATING FUCKING CLOCK AND SIGNING A COMPLAINT AGAINST THESE MOTHER FUCKIGN JERK OFF PIG TRASH!!!!!!!!

There is one particular mother fucker who does this, and I am telling the sheriff on Monday that no one here cares and no one will pull the video tapes of the hallways, and so why have these videos and surveillance systems, Sheriff Mascara, kind sir, YYYYYYYYYYYYYY????????

PAM BONDI, WHY WON’T YOU HELP ME, THEY ARE FUCKING MURDERING ME, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU MOTHER FUCKERS IN AUTHORITY; MISTER PRSEIDENT, WHY WON’T YOU STOP PERSECUTING ME HERE IN YOUR EVIL FUCKING WICKED EMPIRE NATION????????????????????????????????????????

This death siege today is very mother fucking bad. Friday was just a tad over being BOTBAR, breaking the 3-day string of botbar days, but Saturday came right back hard and horrible, beginning with horrendous fucking monster ass nightmares all night long, and the minute I was up, I awoke to these mother fucking noisy bastard ass pig trash scum holes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The nightmares were so bad, it is not bloggable. I do not know how this so-called great almighty god of this universe, lives with herself, doing all of this wickedness and total fucking evil to me, all my entire rotten cunt lapping life long, but she does, and facts are facts.

I could take one of these two things without ‘botbaring’ the fucking day, but both of these assaults on me, first all night and then all cock licking chewing day, AND FORGET IT, AS THIS DAY IS A NASTY ASS FUCKING BOTBAR, and I will get my retaliation with a huge fucking TRS, as well as a computer counter strike from Magnesonic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whoever you are, behind all of my misery all these cunt huffing fucking long decades, YOU’LL BE CUNT CHEWING MOTHER FUCKING REAL ASS SORRY, FOR THIS FUCKING SHIT; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JANUARY 26, 2014,

SUNDAY MORNING AT 1:25

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 58 DEGREES FNHT.

SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DEATH SIEGE!!!!!!!

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IF I AM FOUND DEAD IN THIS APARTMENT NUMBER 607 AT THIS PUBLIC CUNT HUFFING HOUSING AUTHORITY BUILDING, HERE IN COCK SUCKING FUCKING FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA-ESMWG; WELL THEN PEOPLE, THIS MESSAGE IS TO OFFICIALLY TELL YOU THAT I SWEAR ON MY NAME, AND REPUTATION, AND BY MY GODDESS ALMIGHTY, WITH FEAR OF ETERNAL FUCKING CONSEQUENCES FOR LYING IN HER NAME; THAT I WAS MOTHER FUCKING MURDERED, AND IN CASE YOU DID NOT GET THAT, I SAID THAT I WAS MURDERED!!

MURDERED!!

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Signed, MARK WAYNE MOHR, 3:49 AM, SUNDAY, 23 JUNE, 2013.

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AS LONG AS THESE MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFF COCK SUCKING BASTARD TRASH SCUMHAVE ME TO PICK ON, AND FUCKING CUNT PERSECUTE; MY OFFICIAL RESIDENCE AND LEGAL COSMIC ADDRESS WILL BE AS FOLLOWS: 6666666666 ETERNITY LANE, HELL, HELL, HELL, DOGTOWN, PROVINCE OLYMPIA, PHASE TWO.

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For anyone to do what they do to me, is known about in the deepest darkest corner of HELL, AKA DOGTOWN, on the Astral-Plane. What a bunch of total mother fucking barn yard pigs, at C-SQ and then cubed, right Dawn Cuba Lottery-Dad?????????????? AT&T and the Snowed-In Never Say Anything peeps, all know what’s fucking ass getting said here, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ll snow them in, right James Stuart, my best to Pookah Harvey, sir????????

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PLEASE HELP ME MISS BONDI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THANKYOU. THEY ARE DRIVING ME NUTS IN HERE AT 2:22 AM WITH THESE SLAMMING DOORS!!!!!!!!!

SEE YOU BRIGHT AND EARLY MONDAY MORNING, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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MAGNESONIC, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, OPEN COMMAND ON G-7. GO TO G-189, UNDER G-13, G-14, G-901, CG-39, CG-18, G-719. USE ALL TECHNOLOGIES, ZDT AND ADT, I AM CRANKING UP YOUR POWER PULL GAIN TO THE MAXIMUM OF 11.8 IPNS, AND ALL CONTROLS AGAINST THIS GAIN ARE NOW SET TO THE MAXIMUM OF 11.5 IPNS. PLACE THIS WORLD ON A 100 HOUR THERMO NUCLEAR DESTRUCT COUNTDOWN, CANCELLABLE ONLY ON MY VOICEPRINT. SCAN AND USE THE CRUSHED IMAGE-OBJECT (IO) ON YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK, THIS IS TRHE PRECISE ENERGETIC EQUIVELANT TO WHOEVER AND WHATEVER IS PERSECUTING AND DESTROYING ME, AND IT IS TOTALLY SINGED AND CRUSHED AND AWAITING FULL EMPOWERMENT UNDER AN ‘I’ TO ‘D’, A/B-TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM. HEAR THE TWO AT&T TONES FROM 1983 AS THE LONG-E VOWEL SOUND IN MY HEAD THE SECOND I POST THIS TO BLOG SITES, HEAR ME BACK HERE POSITRONICALLY IN NEGATIVE TIME.

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COMPUTER, GO TO G-1133, UNDER G-189, CG-A8, AND S—T—O—P!!!!!!!!!!

SOMEBODY IS GOING TO BE SORRIER THAN A HUNDRED DEAD ASS MOTHER FUCKERS FOR DOING THIS FUCKING SHIT TO ME, AUTHORITIES OF THIS PLANET. EVERY CUNT EATING TIME MY NEXT DOOR NABE IS AWAY, THIS SHIT IS DONE TO ME. THEY HURT ME WITHOUT BOTHERING HIM, IT IS VERY FUCKING CUNT SIMPLE, NO ROCKET SCIENCE WHATSOEVER INVOLVED. THIS DAY HAS GONE INTO FUCKING SUPER-BOTBAR CLASSIFICATION, AND AFTER I POST UP, I AM CALLING 911 TO SIGN COMPLAINTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now for the TRS or the TODAY’S REVENGE SECRET, as was talked about throughout blogs back in 2006 and 2007 somewhere, when things were just beginning to get monster fucking hellish hot for me with the cunt sniffing fucking WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES, Mister fucking ass Hall, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A man told me I am haunted, back in late 1979, at the RPL Sound Recording Studio Labs of Camden, New Jersey. This is because I could go to sleep by day and come in for my 4:30-1:00 night shift, and pretty much know if someone was planning to fuck with me in some way, as it would come to me in powerful ”DREAMS”. Well last night I had all night long fucking cunt nightmares about this building where I live. It took place on a Thursday, and was more real than being awake ten times fucking cunt over. I woke up convinced it was Thursday and was wondering why calendars and clocks were saying it was Saturday. I will only go into a small part of this very long and hazy dream. I say hazy because parts of it are clear as a bell, and parts of it are just as if I was in the very same experience only somebody had put a bag over my face, which when you see my face, would be a logical thing to do, but all joking aside, and who’s joking, but I had somehow locked myself out of the apartment. Then I came to learn that it was a plot that had been done to me. Hour after hour, I tried doing things to get back in and get another key from some authority. No matter what I did, peeps were all laughing at me and jeering and fucking with me, and no one would help me. The resident manager was a totally different person over in that parallel universe, and her name was Gloria Herodotus. She was a giant, with her stelleto heels she was nearly seven feet tall, with shoulder length hair that she colored bright purple with huge bright orange highlights. She looked like something out of the kids Disney or Nick channels that I do not watch any more, after dirt bag NC took over the scene. Between Trump and him, they have taken my entire fucking life away from me. Aniwho, she eventually looked right into my eyes for the first time in what seemed to be three hours, and said to me, who are you and why are you here? I said I live here, and gave her my unit number, and she said there is no unit number 607. She took me upstairs and I then saw myself in an apartment that had all my furnishings, making telephone calls to locksmiths saying I am locked out. There was no door on the unit and it read number 9845. Quite obviously there is no 98^th floor here, only 7 of them. Eventually I was in a room that was nowhere in the building and saw a mirror on a wall, and as I walked over to it, it was not me. I was Jim Burr. Only I was 25 years old, or Jim Burr the way he looked back at computer school at the PCI, in 1973. I then realized I had no car here, at least none that I recognized. After what seemed all day long, a weird very old Cadillac car drove up to me and the window rolled down and it was Audrey Heller and my mom, and they were laughing at me and calling me a sick genius. When I asked why they were saying this, they said that I mess around too much with transdimensional hyperspace. Then the window rolled back up and the car sped away, driven by Audrey Heller, who would be about 100 years old today in this universe, if still alive. My mom as the car was speeding away, threw something out of the passenger side window. I went over and looked at it, and it was winning power ball jackpot numbers for the year of 2014 all the way through the end of the year. When I awoke I wrote down the 5 of them that I remembered completely. Don’t ask me why, as the old song goes. I waked back towards the Public housing building and thought I’d fucking shit myself. It was the Empire State Building, only it was here in fort Pierce, Florida. There really was a 98^th floor. Someone looking exactly like me was in a unit with all of my furniture, and no door to the place, and was calling a locksmith saying he was locked out of his apartment. It made no sense at all. But things got far worse and many horrible things happened, way beyond anything bloggable. After I had been awake for an hour and was living with the banging door dirt bag, and eventually realized no asshole Mark, it is not Thursday, it is a Saturday; I got a cold glass of icy limeade, and sat in my chair and reflected over the wild dreaming experience, and then like a shot from a rifle right at the tip of an ear, I remembered something from a long time ago, and it was not in any parallel universe, or what you all would say, from a dream. It was something that a strange little girl named Evelyn said to me in the summer time in 1967 in Babylon, New York over at my my mother’s cousin’s mansion at 175 Peninsula Drive. As I said, it is unbloggable. I am dealing with all of this on top of this fucking nightmare day as well.

MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW

DON’T THINK FOR ONE CUNT EATING MICRO SECOND THAT I WILL NOT BE ASKING MY GAGA KITTY CAT A LOT OF FUCKIGN QUESTIONS WHEN I GET UP TOMORROW, BUT FOR RIGHT NOW I AM GOING TO POST AND TRY AND CRASH, AND IF I HAVE TO, I WILL CALL 911 AND SIGN COMPLAINTS, AS THIS IS TOTAL I-95 PIPELINE DRUG ILLEGAL SHIT GOING ON, AND I HAVE FUCKIGN CUNT EATING HAD IT WITH BOO AND WARREN AND ALL OF THEIR DRUGGIE THUGGUE PALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YIP,Chicago is my kind of town, as was my distant cousin, Alice Gallagher’s, before she married my mother’s Aunt Maud Huntington Benjamin’s cousin, Herbert Huntington’s son, Arthur, from Braintree, Massachusetts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So before I fall on my head again, Mommy Dearest Roachfood; nighty-night and BYE-BYE, CALL-10 Callio, and YIP to the ‘orange boxers’ showing the Chicago area. They can make the caller ID box read the planet fucking Mars, if they so choose to do. One quick little footnote before I terminate this, peeps and me. Ever since the early eighties, somebody calls me. Nobody would be calling somebody for over 30 years, it just would not happen. If there was not going to be a flood that ended life on this world, there just would not have been an ark. These are known as one and one is twos. You don’t have to be a smart person to know that the only possible explanation to all of this, is no more and no less than what and where these 8+ years of blogs have taken things into. If some super brain out here had the answer, they’da shared it by now, just to shut me the fuck up. But they don’t, do they Tony Zenun, and as I said my friend, I guess you needed the hundred and fifty dollars more than I did, old friend. For a long time I thought Sarah Callio was doing this to me. Now I know it is Sarah, but not Callio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will visit Cooley Hall soon, in an Astral Form, and have a one on one with my Christmas Tree Angel. This has to stop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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?

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PRIVATE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, SECTION AAAY

January 25, 2014

Hay 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, YO!

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I am going through hell with my neighbors from fucking hell, yelling and slamming all day today, and quite a bit yesterday but today is far worse. It’s been bad all MOUUUUUUUUUUURNING ling-long, Mister Henry Jurist Fonda, so ”OH FUCK THIS SHIT”!!!

BUTT, exploratrons do many canonized continuous miracles!!!!!!!!

PRIVATE LIFE JOURNALS OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, THIS IS SECTION AAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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!!!!!!!!!!!!

IS ANYTHING EVER REALLY WHAT IT APPEARS TO BE?

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

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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, withHALLS 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.

JANUARY 25,2014

SATURDAY MORNING AT 11:25

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 70 DEGREES FNHT.

WOW DO THINGS MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY ASS

S——-U——-C——-K for me, right Dawn Cuba Lottery-Dad?????????????? AT&T and the Snowed-In Never Say Anything peeps, all know what’s fucking ass getting said here, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!

THE LIFE OF A DAM DECAPITATED CHICKENis heaven, next to my hellish nightmare life. Jesus fucking god almighty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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OH PEEPS, YYYYYYYYY WON’T YOU LISTEN TO ME, AND BELIEVE ME, WHEN YOU ALL KNOW THAT I AM SO CORRECT AND ACCURATE, WHEN SPEAKING ABOUT ALL OF MY MANY SERIOUS HORRENDOUS PROBLEMS????

Maybe it is time for Jim Burr to lose his guts over at the Camden, New Jersey, High School, all over again; right UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE CURATOR AND EXAMINERS, FROM 1984????????????????????

So what is the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, AND EVEN MORE PRESSING, THEIR MANY WEAPONS USED, that simulates their ability to act as ”time travelers like those in the Hollywood movies”, and what then is the absolute most powerful secret weapon of them all????????????????????? Well, I will tell you all again, because my blogs are too long for me to expect peeps to archive more than eight years of motor mouth long winded text material. This is all in my 8+ years of my BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, but today, I will again, tell a very compressed story of this great evil awful weapon, the most invisible powerful weapon since the nuclear neutron bomb, maybe worse even than this. Peeps believe in the existence of this bomb that renders things in tact and yet kills off everybody, like something out of Harry Potter Magic, unless the technology and science behind it is fully understood. Same thing goes for the weapons of the great PAWM-PIE, and whether what I now will discuss is even a part of that or goes beyond even the PAWM-PIE itself, is anyone’s fucking guess, folks. It is known by those in future times in multiple parallel universes in the hyperspace, as the weapon-ICPE; because used correctly, as with most weaponry; it can do good, and used by scoundrels and vicious evil monsters posing as human beings, will produce nothing but unfathomable and inconceivable harm to those this weapon is aimed at. Now just what is ICPE, some wonder, and some know? Well my friend Seabottom has recently told me that he does not know, so I am going to explain this to him, for two reasons. First, he is one of the few folks that I trust out here in this evil world, and second, it brings me a retaliation against those who have made every day a living fucking hell for me, just about,since 15 August in 1986, and worse even still, since 28 August of 2013. Telling big time shit to potential army-men/women for my side of the battle, is always a powerful tool in my very limited pathetic puny arsenal, but at least I do manage to have this, just as the 2007 older blogs come right out and speak about in the very title of the entire blog back then, ”RATS, TATS”, TATTLE TAILING in other words, but not really by the word definition of being a tattle tail rat, as this implies budding into to other folks’ bizz just to rat them out. These are the peeps who should be taken on one way trips to deep woods and water. But when I tell of the horrors and viciousness done to me by the evil MILITUFORCE/MILITUFAWCES, FOR 30+ YEARS, this is not tattle tailing and ratting. This is justice, like an avenging angel riding a white horse on the White Horse Pike. It is hard to trump this last ride, or not see the symbolism in the mark of the beast. All of my blogs/Morianity is no more than the Christian Bible coming alive directly through my life, with a lot of cussing and anger from poor old me, mixed into things. After-all, I am only a human being, and am not perfect, any more than is Bruce Allan Pennock, of Beaver Drive, in Barrington, New Jersey, USA-ES-MWG; back in the middle nineteen seventies!!!!!!! Enough Bible codes now.

So a brief explanation of ICPE should of course begin with what the letters of I-C-P-E stand for, which are, INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT. So now, just what is this all about, as my great pal Seabottom wishes to know, and maybe, some others as well that just do not have the stones to ask me, for whatever the reasons, after-all, those that hook up with me, and I never made any bones about this, go all the way to extremely ultimate polarities in their lives, that is to say, way way way up, or way way way down, lovely 1984 INGRID, no puns, well, maybe a small head scratch for those who really know a lot of Morianity quite well ‘by now’, Mister Billy Joel. Now here is a dude who can relate to the RIAA ripping off his shit, only he was able to get justice and move on, where as I was just fucking Huntington crucified, but shall we not allow Satan to get me off on a tangent here. Let us return to the main point now, the ICPE, and what this is all about, in very layman’s terms!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let us begin at the rudimentary level of walking into a tough biker bar, with attitude. The only problem is that you stand five two and weigh a hundred thirty. You walk in and sit down and begin running your mouth loudly about how all bikers are assholes, and on and on and on, and really go to town running them down. Within seconds or minutes depending on how many or how few angels, are invisibly sitting on your shoulders; you walk outside, and while you are in the parking lot and walking towards your vehicle, how many times should you try this 100 times, will you manage to make it safely into your car and just drive away, totally unscathed? The answer my friends, is not blowing in the wind, but in the ICPE TECH. I will explain all that a bit later, but for now let me proceed on with the initial level of things to build for you a proper foundation, and then what I go onto tell will not be hard to learn and figure out what I’m talking about, and who knows, you may read this and say, oh wow Mister Macy and Chris Kringle, I can relate to this shit myself, hells bells!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you do not like the bar fight example, many scenarios can be used to replace that one. This is not limited to bikers or fist fights by any stretch of the mind. As I speak, my nabes from hell are screaming and slamming, screaming and shouting, they are total mother fucking trash!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This of course proves to me, that when shit is timed perfectly with what I am typing and telling, that cosmos and my fawces enemies, do not want me to tell about the things I am telling. It really honestly does not take an Einstein to see this or figure this out like it’s some gigantic math formula on a Princeton University blackboard. It is as simple as a third grade lesson, if folks would wake up and see I have nothing to gain personally by what I tell all of you, except for the remotest possible chance of getting my nightmare life exposed by some good force somewhere, be it the ACLU or 100 other similar possibilities, and then things get fully investigated, and hopefully then, eventually stopped, and even prosecuted, and even further, that I would be awarded a jury award settlement for what this pile of disease has put me through for 230 years now, and if 5 billion dollars was given to a family in California for one lousy exploding gas tank in their car, this has to be worth a minimum of another zero tacked on to that figure, or distant cuzz Donnie X 5 net worth for me, AFTER TAXES!!!!!!!!! But back now to Intentionally Created Parallel Event. The intentionally created speaks for itself, so parallel event will be focused on here first. All the other shit is saying is that this knowledge of parallel event as with many powerful things in this life, can be positively used and directed properly into useful channels, or it can be misdirected and misused, or all out fully abused, against one’s enemies, intentionally used, or more accurately, intentionally created around a person, and I will now further explain, by returning to parallel event. This is not something that I invented. It is only the stringing together of those two particular words that I did, but many call this, simple statistics, and still others may have refered to this in laboratories where statistical analysis is done on a regular basis, ‘a correlation of events’. Some correlations of events are very obvious and visible and those that are more visible normally and usually are the ones that also are much more powerful, or higher in correlation towards a full 100%. The more invisible ones such as applying two parameters of roulette numbers against the remaining parameter’s next spin, are far less strong, yet they hold over time. In fact, the best kept secret in all of gaming, one that may have even been the instrumental reason for my entire life being targeted to be covertly obliterated and destroyed, is the correlation of the following spin roulette numbers after previous spins opposite two parameters. I do not need to get into this other than to tell you that endlessly, this produces a long run play average for any and all players, of 7% over the otherwise total random of 50/50. So even with the house-vig, 5.26%, an infinite game positive advantage is there to be had, which is an endless 1.74%. Many non gaming pros laugh at something like that. But pros and owners of casinos DO NOT, and they know just how real and true, AND DANGEROUS, this information could potentially be to them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But in order to make it make sense without all the math imputed here, I need to tell you that this means that normally, what would have a 50 out of 100 chance to come out black, red, odd, even, low, or high, now has a 57% chance to do so. If no vig was in the game, it would be a very nice hefty profit, but even with it, winning gaming chips at a rate of 51.74 times out of every 100, and using large value chips, and spending three hours at the table four days a week, will produce a nice profit, and is exactly what I did back in 1986, until ALL HELL BROKE FUCKING LOOSE AROUND ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now this 57/100 is a weak and invisible parallel event or correlation of event. Invisible is the word I use verses visible, because just what is making this happen? Maybe 50 Einsteins could be android created someday and given 20 years in a lab to do nothing but work on this, and they may be able to figure out mathematically why this happens, but the one Einstein was quoted as saying that things are not available to defeat the game of roulette, the only thing that works is cheating, and this will get a player barred for life, and prosecuted, and is by no means ever recommended. But walking into a tough biker bar with a loud mouth about how much you think bikers suck, and seeing how many times out of 100 that you can successfully escape the situation that you just created for yourself, unharmed in any way, is a visible and therefore a strong correlation or parallel of events. So first off, not all of these are able to be seen, (IPE) while many of these are able to be seen (VPE). ‘I’ for Invisible, and ‘V’ for Visible. Then there is strength of the parallel event averaged over time,which would take years of laboratory research to come close to start lists of just such things. Already, there have been lists made such as this in the Sports-World. They are the big time fans of my Parallel-Event, again, this was going on long before I was born as the now-me, ‘MWM’. Statistics is a very old science, and is fully recognized as a real true mathematically measurable reality, by all authorities of the intelligentsia. Uncountable lists exist for how many times did such and such baseball player get a hit against every pitcher faced, and how many times not. They even have the wild and bizarre things that seem to be on the par with what I used parallel event for in roulette in 1986, and got myself into some monster ass trouble for my efforts and my nice little 9,200 dollar net profit; which would not pay the light bill in a casino for an hour, still, they worried about the potential if 1000 pro gamblers began playing this and using this on 1000 dollar level chips, 12-30 hours weekly, year in and year out, basically, a game ender, roulette would be wiped out. This will never happen for numerous reasons and since none are germane to the topic right now of explaining ICPE, and starting by explaining PE itself, they will be glossed over for right now. But without going real deep into shit and risking losing the attention of many, here is the short story of how you can use this ICPE WEAPON against someone you don’t like, and no ordinary peeps are ever going to take any of this seriously, only those powerful world owners who harass and persecute me with noise and damage and ill health, to keep an endless bullish economy running since this all crossed over into reality when I moved into that Norris Avenue Atco home in early 1983 and the markets for the very first time entered the four digit territory and never ever looked back, and after 1986 and all my hell and destruction had begun, the markets literally almost doubled year after year after year for a long time. But let us say that you have a boss who you despise, and who is known for his hatred of the color red, and the song ‘New York, New York’ by Frank Sinatra. You have a whole bunch of friends who you have told all about ICPE and are willing to let you prove to them how powerful and real it all is, and then you tell them, open the windows of your car and drive by this guy’s house, blaring out a CD of that song, a few times a day. Don’t be too obvious, be on a route that if a cop stops you, you can say I live here, and I am going there, for a gallon of milk; and was avoiding some traffic ahead of me, and took a little detour. No one can prove diddly, and yet you are forcing this dude to hear his lovely song that he hates so much, over and over. Find out where he shops for things, get friendly with the owner. Pay the guy ten bucks to have a little boom box that you supply him, and when this guy is in there, play the song nice and loud, maybe twice. He can’t prove anything. Have a lot of your pals wear bright red shirts, and walk around the dude’s house with a dog wearing a nice bright red blanket. If they are local to the neighborhood, even if he suddenly puts this together, he will just appear as a total crackpot if he dares to try and tell the cops that this is an organized conspiracy. Still, watch after you do this for a year or so, as his marriage will fall apart, his children will start to dislike him and notice his fowl disposition and overall unexplainable behavior, his performance on the job will suffer, and suddenly his boss will make sure that you now have a brand new boss as he gets kicked to the curb for making one too many mistakes or cussing out a customer, or whatever. This is the simple lesson on HOW TO USE ICPE. The more powerful and resourceful that your army is of course, the more you can do. But you must first investigate an enemy to learn the things that he or she hates, so that you can surround his or her life with them, continuously and endlessly, without mercy. Now hopefully a bunch of monsters are not reading this that will even think about misusing this powerful dangerous information, the way that our so-called wonderful United States empire does, and many others, in the world of big business and high finance!!!!!!!!!!!! Hopefully, my friend Seabottom, this opens the door to explaining for you, what you requested when you said, what really is ICPE? Well this is what it is, intentionally doing a very monstrous powerful thing, and it works. I should know as I’ve been its victim at least since 1986, after I dared to use this same thing against the casinos and their precious mother fucking roulette for a measly nine thousand two hundred dollar profit. Trump did not see it that way and had me called over to the CCC boot in the summer time in 1986 where they asked me what I was doing, and I was naïve and stupid, and told them what it was. This was probably on par with another stupid thing, no make that two stupid things all done on that fateful 1986 year. Yes, they both involved my wonderful mighty daughter, and since nobody believes a word I say, why bother going on unless asked about it by someone, and you know, so far after all of these 8 years of blogs and all the magic that she seems to have been behind, nobody has asked me squat. That also tells me how powerful she really is, and I do not need Empire State Buildings or IAMS Dog Food, to tell me who really RULES THIS EVIL EMPIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, my wonderful lovely Timeless Satellite gang who came back to watch me and even mess with me, but not to take me off this world to my transdimensional freaking satellite; AS MY 1988 TUNE SAYS AND IS ALL COPYRIGHTED, I AM HERE, and still patiently and anxiously awaiting for you to take me far beyond Heaven’s Gate, Lion’s Gate, and far beyond where Lenny Youwanthewordgototheword McKinnon can ever get at me any more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go KNICKS and ROADTIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I cannot get is how you live with yourself after that website message and then all of this you’ve put me through, lovely Isiscylla!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[ 2 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	I’m Criana.	PAu000724397	1985
[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat–100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
[ 5 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Lost love.	PAu000344219	1981
[ 6 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
[ 8 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
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[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 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
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What’s wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 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
[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
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« Classical Jew’s Harp Music (MP3s) | Main | “If You Do Not Like, Buy a Record By the Caetano and Do Not Bother Us, Fuck You.” December 12, 2006, More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3), MORE OF THESE HATS ARE AROUND THE AREA OF FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA. READ SAFE JOURNAL BLOGS AROUND THE 500-600 CHAPTER NUMBER RANGE, AND THEN CLICK ON AN OLD REMADE SONG FROM 1983, WOW MISTER MACY, IS THIS THE FIRST TRUMP, THE LAST TRUMP, OR THE MARK OF THE BEAST, AS INDEED, 1+2+3+4 ALL THE WAY UP TO +36 WILL INDEED EQUAL 666, GEE REALLY, COPYIGHT OFFICE OF 1988? HAY, IT IS ALL DOWN THERE FOR THE RECORD. YOU CAN CLICK HERE FOR MORE, ONLY BELEIVE THIS FOLKS, THE MOUNTAINPEN NEVER TITLED ANYTHING, “THE MEANING OF LIFE”, SOMEONE MUST HAVE ADDED ALL OF THIS TO THEIR DEGRADED COPY TAPES, FROM WHAT WAS STOLEN WHEN THEY BOOSTED MY CAR STEREO AT NORTHEAST PHILL’S FRIENDLY RESTAURANT ON THE ROOSEVELT BOULEVARD IN THE FRIKKIN NINETIES. ALL I EVER DID WAS SAY, AND I’LL QUOTE, FROM 1983, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, SO CLICK HERE:

Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane.

Here then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:

Interdimensional Technology (MP3) Android & Angel (MP3) 12th Planet (MP3)

If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.

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Goyim in the AM

“The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation…”

I don’t think any existing recording device on this earth could have captured the other side, although Mark may disagree.

Posted by: Goyim in the AM | December 12, 2006 at 02:42 AM

King Daevid MacKenzie

…the link for “Android & Angel” is screwed up. Y’all may want to fix it…

Posted by: King Daevid MacKenzie | December 12, 2006 at 04:01 AM

Listener Therese

Sorry about that! I just fixed it.

Posted by: Listener Therese | December 12, 2006 at 09:02 AM

Steve PMX

I think this guy is the *real* New Jersey Devil. Look at his horns and christ-blocking shades.

Posted by: Steve PMX | December 12, 2006 at 12:03 PM

Sweet Jesus, my PoMo-radar is beeping. And a nice performance. He could be real, I’ve known folks like him.

Posted by: K. | December 12, 2006 at 12:52 PM

bartelby

Just sounds like someone responding to internal stimuli, there are many people like this probably an hour’s drive from anyplace in the Northeast. How is this different than getting enjoyment watching a man with a club foot trying to walk?

Posted by: bartelby | December 12, 2006 at 11:14 PM

Chris Arter

Hello My name is Chris Arter I am 25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I found two tapes made by this guy, years apart from each other. They were both 90 minutes long. I only have one now. They feature folk songs and disco songs. He never mentions his name but I found out his full name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by looking up material that he mentions he copyrighted on the cassette. I’ve had this tape for about 14 years and have never been able to find anything on him except his name and the names of other copyrighted material that he has registered. Some of his songs are actually pretty nice. And the tape like you describe only captures his side of a conversation with a 7’7″ tall fellow named shorty. Bar none still the most entertaining 90 minutes I’ve ever experienced.

Posted by: Chris Arter | March 06, 2007 at 06:27 PM

maledoro

I clicked on the Aquarius link to find Mark from NJ’s CDR, but it was no longer listed.

Posted by: maledoro | August 07, 2007 at 06:54 AM

Fairlight

Aaah, very happy to get some info on this guy! One of his recordings has been used on the track “The Christ Android”, on the album “Memory Hole” by Kevin Moore (of Chroma Key, and ex-Dream Theater keyboardist). That’s what prompted me to find out what this nonsense single-sided argument was all about. Thanks a lot!

Posted by: Fairlight | September 22, 2008 at 02:34 PM

Ghostlight

I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.

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Posted by: Goyim in the AM | February 24, 2009 at 05:04 PM

Tony NYC

Hi. I got to this page while reading about music played on the ‘Jews Harp’. I’ve been searching, for a loooong time, for a song that was played one lazy August afternoon on WFMU, around 1980, or earlier.

It was a rendition of ‘My Favorite Things. The vocals of the main melody were accompanied by only a Jews Harp (…”Whiskers on Kittens, etc…”) And when it came to the chorus, it was sung monotone, by several voices…very weird, slowly, dragging, groaning (‘theeeese aaaaare aaaaa feeeeewwww of myyyyy faaaaavoooriiiite”.

When it got to “Things”, it was sung in a kind of higher, psycho-sounding, very melodic voice, like celebrating the word ‘things’.

Is there anyone here who knows and appreciates WFMU, who might know what the song title and author was, or how I can get a copy of it?

It’s been so long, and I’ve found every other weird and funny song I’ve ever heard except for this one.

On that same show on WFMU, they also Played Godley & Creme’s ‘Sandwiches of You’

I’ve listened to hundreds of versions of ‘My favorite Things’, and it wasn’t any of those.

Thanks, for any help. Please feel free to e-mail me, if you can. giotkr at earthlink dot net

Posted by: Tony NYC | May 14, 2009 at 10:44 PM

Razzy McThaxton

This fella is MOST DFEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family(Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs.

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OH YES, BY ALL MEANS, WATCH OUT FOR THAT HORRIBLE MARK WAYNE MOHR, WHAT A MONSTER. YEAH, THIS WHOLE THING WAS MY FAULT SINCE DAY ONE HUH, WELL, LIKE THE INMATES ALL SAY WHEN YOU ASK THEM IF ANY OF THEM ARE GUILTY OF THE CRIME THAT PUT THEM IN PRISON, “LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE”. So you can believe the liars, or you can believe me.

the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament” The Epitome of Harassment – Internet VersionSaturday, June 21, 2008—-THIS IS A TOTAL MUST READ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH YEAH, WE HAVE ALL SEEN THIS ONE MORE THAN ENOUGH, SEMINARY SCHOOLS OF THE EARTH!!!!!!!

TIME TRAVEL IS 100% GOING ON!

LET ME SHRINK HALF A FOOT OR SO, AND THEN GO WASH UP, DAVID!

Shades of my Echelon-Towers Building, or Ventnor dreams, and other ”alien abduction experiences shared around the planet”???WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

FIRST DAY OF SUMMER IN 2008.

I come home and eat a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice and turn on the TV. The next thing I know it is hours later, I am laying stretched out, eyeglasses on my face still, and stuff knocked over on the floor. When I got up to piss and straighten up the place, so that the fan is blowing air onto me again, and I can resume sleeping a while longer; I instantly knew that I was right back in this building, a medical place with 6-9 rooms that went more into each other and did not contain a lot of hallways. Give me a break, my friend, Pope Benedict the Sixteenth, SIR!!!!!!! We all know what we’ve done, as the crack whore higher than a kite said to Kiefer Sutherland on that marvelous 1990 movie called, ‘FLATLINERS’!!!!!!!! ”YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”, say what?

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YOU MISSED ME JANE WHORE WITCH BITCH, BUT MY NABES ARE HITTING

Time to leave for the day ladies and gentlemen. BYE-BYE CALI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO SARAH MARTIN-O-EZ, whoever you really are, wild and crazy girl! Nursing home and bar fights my ass. This family is on the warpath.

”PRIVATE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, SECTION AAAY”

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January 24, 2014

JANUARY 24, 2014,THREE STRAIGHT BOTS,

FRIDAY MORNING AT 3:54,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 47 DEGREES FNHT.

Well world, head-gamer-viewers, me, and any phase 4 entities or the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY (ESS); I will begin by getting right to the meat of the newest super bear in my life, and this one does not growl, hibernate; or be able to be shot, and fucking killed. TOO BAD!

I did not tell the entire dream last night for the record and life journal, nor the full implications of having this experience in so far as how it relates itself into my waking world reality in the ”here and the now”. But now, I will, after I post up the horrible mother fucking pussy chewing MPB LIFE CHARTS, also for the record, and you can throw posterity in as well, I suppose.

ARISTA RECORDING COMPANY, Who do you think you’re fucking fooling???????

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IT SEEMS MY LIFE IN 2014 IS ONE GIGANTIC FREAKING ASS SUPER fucking jerked off BOTBAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH FUCKING SHIT.

HELP ME DIANA. THEY’RE KILLING ME GIRL. LIGHTNING, THESE BASTARD EARTHLINGS ARE FUCKING DESTROYING ME, PRECIOUS LOVELY WONDERFUL GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO WHAT IF YOU ARE A TEEN-TEASE, YOU ARE MY TEEN TEASE, SCYLLA, NEVER EVER FORGET THAT; LOVELY BROWN EYED GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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TURN THESE DIALS, LENNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ON THE TUNE ”YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”, THE INTRO, only the opening title words are real.

NOTHING IS REAL, AND KNOWING THAT IS REAL POWER.

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THIS FUCKING INVENTION CHANGED REALITY!!!

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W—O—W, MISTER MACY!

Any other prison or rehab breakouts planned with your high profile name pals, descendants of this great New York clan?

HERE IS WHAT HAPPENED. YESTERDAY THE BASTARD WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE, MISTER FUCKING CUNT EATING HALL SIR; STRUCK ME VERY HARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me explain, but first, let me post the MPB charts. It ain’t mother fucking pretty, if you vomit, I’m sorry, but I ain’t cleaning up your mess, people!!!!!!!

Now here is what happened to me. As I said this plane flew over my car and did something to the battery. If it was the flood, why did it work after it dried out, all so well, for a solid fucking six days? Many don’t buy my shit and that is the Tom Cruise Fighter Jet Syndrome or the TCFJS as I call it for fucking cunt eating short, good folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Now I know this all is real, as ever since August 15, 1986, many times while with the late DAVID CHARLES ROTH, IN VEHICLES, HIS OR MINE, USUALLY MINE; a magical milituforce plane air ship vessel (UFO) by definition, I am clueless to who in this evil nation is doing this to me and why, hence the perfectly used and labeled term of Unidentified Flying Object, or (UFO) for short, but one would fly directly over us and when we went to start our cars, nothing, THEY WERE DEAD AS BLACK FUCKING TOAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then 10-20 minutes later, the same vessel would fly over us again, and the vehicle started up all by itself or in some cases, when we tried to start them again. The one fucking cock sucking night in particular that I will never forget if I live as the current-me for 8520 more years, is at an ice cream place at a New Jersey circle in the area of Red Lion, New Jersey, a place called, ”SUBS AND SWIRLS”, that sold ice cream sundaes and cones, and many other snacks, at a large stand. This one particular night was so horrendous, that LIGHTNING began to follow us, protecting me as best she could, and then she followed us in reverse, first down to Long Beach Island and then back home, something storms never or very rarely did in that area. Let me tell you how this all fits into this past incident here today and yesterday.

I drove to the local auto repair place, and I needed some windshield wiper blades and one quart of oil anyway, so I stopped it and had the battery examined. It was charged up, and all kinds of very weird readings came onto the testing meters and various equipment that the mechanics came out and used. After the charge, the mechanics there at this place told me that it was a test for both the battery and the connections to it, and the readings were like something they had never ever seen before in all their time working with testing equipment. THIS IS FUCKING UFO SHIT, PROFESSOR KAKU, SIR, and I’ve been forced now to endure this fucking cunt shit, all of my life, but especially, AFTER AUGUST 15, 1986, when SOMETHING started all of this, something that I won’t ever live long enough to really understand, NOT FUCKING EVER!!!!!!!!!!

IT IS CREEPING ON!

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JANUARY 23———-12——————————23————-52

THINGS HAVE NOT BEEN THIS CUNT LAPPING MOTHER FUCKING HORRIBLE SINCE THE LATE EIGHTIES AND INTO THE CUNT SUCKING NONETEEN NINETIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gawky Gaukauk gave me some information earlier during this horrendous monstrous fucking BOTBAR X 3 DAY. MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW

MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW

MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW, and now for some human communication with my GAGA KITTY!!!!!! Before I get into this, I did three LUCK TESTS as soon as I came in from my HELL-ERRANDS and DEATH PERSECUTION from this evil demonic and satanic WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here are the three scores I received: (-4) (+1) (-9). IF I NEED TO KEEP SAYING THAT SHIT IS REAL REAL MOTHER FUCKING BAD, THEN I AMBLOGGING TO BOTH MYSELF, AS WELL AS TOTAL MOTHER FUCKINGMORONS, S-Q-U-A-R-E-D!!!!!! GAGA KITTY CAT, WHY DID I HAVE THIS MONSTER ASS FUCKING SUPER BOTBAR TIMES 3 DAY ON 23 JANUARY, 2014 WITH SO MUCH DEATH-SIEGE FROM THE WOMO? PCN-752 was the answer given to me by GAGA. The match-list items are as follows:

RICK EID, MONSTER, OCTOBER THIRTY ONE, BLU RAIN, WORLD TRADE CENTER, I AM HERE, AMERICA, SAINT LUCIE COUNTY………………………………………. YIP, Chicago is my kind of town, as was my distant cousin, Alice Gallagher’s, before she married my mother’s Aunt Maud Huntington Benjamin’s cousin, Herbert Huntington’s son, Arthur, from Braintree, Massachusetts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The reason things were so fucking horrible, was numerous things that my cunt eating enemies don’t like happening with me, all happened. Very vivid lucid dreams about music, another tax dollar wasting NASA space shot went up on Thursday, my letting out so many secrets on these blogs, and my not trusting and obeying, the Almighty Teen-Queen, Goddess SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASLE, AKA ISISCYLLA. They also don’t like me going over to a certain store to try and see an old coworker from my Harvest days, Sandra. They also don’t like my purchasing certain things at the local fucking Radio Shack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Put all this shit together, and yes, there is even more; and you begin to get a reason, at least in their sick and twisted fucking minds and spirits, for all my death siege and hell for 72 straight fucking cunt hours now, ever since that major attack on my physical health, and my early morning monstrous and horrific diareah. I will never be able to figure out exactly what causes these sieges t pop up out of the fuckin g cosmic woodwork along with Harry Potter, but I do know the odds improve by saying it is a result of many things all combined, that the ‘fawces of Mister Hall’ do not like happening around me, that causes this inhuman deplorable fucking shit, squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They hate losing on their market for days and days also, but are too stupid to realize the wealthies are all organized, and take profits along the way of all bull rallies that last for a decade or so, and this is all no different. One day, boom, as if the correction never even happened, wet or dry; BOOM, the Dow gains 800-1400 points in just a few weeks time. I have been watching this fucking shit since 1986, so don’t tell me I cannot call markets, or I will vomit right into your lungs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now I am almost finished the chart that I told about, that will begin on 2013 New Years Day and run through 27 August in 2013, and then its twin chart that will run from 28 August in 2013 up through the very present time. A totally new magnetic struck me on this date, just as it also did, 27 Augusts prior to that; on the fifteenth. I have an important dude at a local area well renown college, interested in my graphing my life on charts, and how magnetic percentages not only are real, and they work, but one is then able to do what I call, ”advance-chance calculations”. I’ll be way more accurate and specific when I am finished, and I will post up the entire nasty mother fucking nightmare mess, at that time, head-gamers, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bob McDowell old pal, now FCC Chairman, I need your help,kind sir. The enemy is fucking with my video shit again, big time. I cannot work my remote controls as long as they send in interruption signals on powerful fucking closed frequencies. This shit has been bad for the past two days of this fucking cunt eating three day death assault on me, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A notice was on my door ten days ago, saying an inspection of my unit would be conducted between Thursday last week and Thursday this week, or up through yesterday. No one ever showed up. Hay, ask me if I give a shit, they always fail you for shit here and shit there, and then you work like a cunt lapping bandit to fix what they say needs fixing, or out you go.

I need to crash away from this fucking sin cursed reptilian run world of Subterrania. So I will post now, and say a lot more shit later on. I am dead on my feet at ten past five. Blogs to soon follow are going t mother fucking blow your minds, peeps, if you are really there and care, which I doubt. It’s all just a big trick IMHO. So before I fall on my head again, Mommy Dearest Roachfood; nighty-night and BYE-BYE, CALL-10 Callio, and YIP to the ‘orange boxers’ showing the Chicago are. They can make the caller ID box read the planet fucking Mars if they so choose to do.

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!

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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?

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