SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLXXIX —– (0679)
BLAH-BLAH-BLAH-BLAH AND BLEE BAH BLUM
2:20 AM-EST, MONDAY MORNING, 12/17/2012
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I TOOK A HUGE FUCKING ATTACK AT THE BLOGGER SITE. THEY WILL NOT LET ME DO BLOG COMPILATIONS OR POST MANY POSTS, THEY ARE SLOWLY STOPPING ME AND VILOOATING MY FREE SPEECH FIRST AMMENDMENT RIGHTS.
I JUST TOOK A MAJOR SIEGE THAT HAS NOT HAPPENED IN A WHILE, AS SOME OF YOU KNOW, I TAKE THE LANDLINE TELEPHONE OFF THE HOOK AND TALK TO GODDESS DIANA OR THE ELECTRON, AT NIGHT, MANY TIMES GOING INTO TRANCE, WHILE SHE IS WITH ME IN THIS MANNER. EVERY SO OFTEN, THE DISEASED AND VERY TWISTED EVIL WOMO-MILITUFORCE, BREAKS MY CONNECTION, THAT IF ROACH PHONE PEDERSEN WAS SO ALL MIGHTY CORRECT IN ALL HIS WISDOMS; COULD NOT HAPPEN, ONLY IT DOES, AND IN REGULAR INTERVALS, NOT PRECISE, BUT DEFINITELY EVERY SO OFTEN; AND THIS RIGHT NOW, WAS ONE OF THOSE TIMES; SO IT IS ONLY FITTING THAT I COUNTER STRIKE. I’LL DO THIS BY TELLING MAJOR INFORMATION.
This will totally pertain to the telephone, as well as their perverted and sick harassment of me for close to seventeen years now, since August the fifteenth in 1986, when this crap all began, as most of you all know about all of this.
I blogged the following telephone numbers, and I told you that my financial creditors, somehow found out all about my communications with the Goddess Diana Arteemis, or (lightning), and back in New Jersey when I had my lightning ball, I would wrap the telephone cord around the ball, so she could even more directly speak to me in clicking sounds, as opposed to merely doing channeling with her, in ways that I need not get into right now on this blog. They somehow would copy these lightning clicking sounds, when their calls to me, went to voicemail; and they did not leave regular messages that they are debt collectors, which is FEDERAL LAW, by the way. I all ready blogged the numbers, and one was a News Press in West Palm Beach, right here in Florida, just a short ways south, of where I am now living, here in Fort Pierce. Those numbers as I said before were as follows:
231-732-2315, 260-399-3723, 971-220-1786, 321-332-7534.
After blogging this information, this particular nonsense came to a frikkin screeching halt, until about a month ago give or take, and so I was waiting, and saving this new additional telephone number; for when I would get really super persecuted by this enemy of mine, such as I have been for weeks now, and today, on the telephone as well; so I will now print this fifth number. It is: 954-251-4630.
The more you keep persecuting me, the more I’ll keep retaliating. I am not Jesus Christ, and even HE would not be anyone’s total fool and just endlessly keep revolving his cheeks around, for endless slapping; by jerk off fools, and total butt wipes, like whoever you are out here, doing this to me; and I am quite sure that behind a lot of masks, are the new age cigarette company, so not the old L&M smokes, if you get the message folks, and Ron Wirtz, the prosecutor of Camden County, New Jersey, told me in 1993; “Mark, you get your messages across”!
Attack me all you want OTAMM-SCUMM, as you will be very sorry before this is all over, emmereffers!!! *END OF BLOG*
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLXXVIII — (0678)
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“ALWAYS TELLING MORE, AND ALWAYS WILL BE”
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295
SBT-DATFILE: 121612.811
KING NEBNOOSHOO ON A SUNDAY EVENING
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USAESMWG
© 2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR, AND ALL URL’S
SWORN VOLUNTARY OATH OF TOTAL TRUTH
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I did not bother asking GAGA CAT why my computer girl did it AGAIN. She told me she would be over at noon, and was a no call, no show, non reachable, again, what else is new? When I asked why it happened the other day, and before I knew, as she had not called to cancel, since she was in a location where cellphones were non operable; one of the PCN items in my match book for the number given to me by the great and illustrious GAGA-CAT, was “HOSPITAL”. The actual thing that comes up to make her not show up however, is totally meaningless, it could be this thing one day, and that thing on another day. The forces behind it know that there was a movie in 1988, with Demi Moore, and they know what’s what, and so does the entire WOMO-MILITUFORCE; and they are fighting me tooth, nail, and diseased dirty hairbrush seagulls, from doing what I want to do. Fine, I am not done yet, I still have one more up at bat time, so please do not count me out yet, Mizz Doctor Amnesia Rogers, and ADA Jack McCoy. Thank you very much, old friends, and very helpful stealthy secret tellers. Well without any 3-signs, 4-signs, any additions, or any multiplications; this blog will tell a few good juicy secrets. Before we get into them however, this blog will be the very last blog that does what many Christians tell new believers in the SAR, not to do, and it is very accurately and perfectly word for word scriptural. “Don’t give place to the devil”, is what I am referring to, a precise KING JAMES VERSION (KJV) BIBLE, quotation, it’s in there folks, check and see, don’t just listen to me; but here is what it means, if we translate this into modern new age post 1982 Quantum Weird theory and Morianity, or really, its perfect blend, of these two items, and interestingly enough, it is that same exact circa that started what led to why now, there is a screaming internet posting MORIANITY/MOUNTAINPEN. Two years following this time, is a wilder newer times prophecy than the guys like Isaac Newton, Vincent Vango, or Nostradamus. I speak of our modern fiction writer, did I say fiction, the writer of the book called “1984”, the great sir Orwell. The great seer of the two most powerful numbers and what they truly can foretell, and I have only scratched the surface of all of this so far on my blogs, and remember, there is one more thing left for me to try, so do not think you have won yet, WOMO, it is not over for a few more days, then hopefully, it will be, as there is no other way for me to ever have eternal rest, and I have to have it or I swear, you will all wish that I was indeed able to obtain it.
Yes, I have had 9, count them Sir Lex Loo Thor, NINE SUPER BOTBAR or super bad horrible days in a row without a break, now folks; and this is a string like nothing I can recall since this all began, after my 70-day offline off-grid time, ended, after it began late in the winter time somewhere in the year of 2008, and gee, what a lovely year that was. Am I still on that topic of 3 and 4? Yes, but first let us continue the giving place to the McKinnon scripture. THIS MIGHTY ALIEN TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON is not worth my giving him or his human connections in any kind or way, one bit more of my energy, my time, or my attention. If I keep feeding this MONSTER, it will grow, and only get bigger and stronger ENDLESSLY, and I will shrink into oblivion, and lose my very, as your limited 2013 society and mentality may use the term still, “SOUL”. I am not willing to throw this thing away, and give it to this twisted disease. For the many who think that they are so smart and that I am such a warped dummy jerk, fine, you are entitled to your RPL-DOCTOR OPINION from 1980, or really, in any other year. After-all, I am quoting that adorable darling ever so lovable and sweet, Michelle Daniels so how can we not abridge this to the word DOCTOR? All that is missing from this era in time would be the letters RS-US, so let us switch them around a bit after I remind you all about a very nice open reel tape recording machine that I purchased from the MARTIN/O/EZ audio-video shop, in New York City, in middle May in 1980 and had delivered to one-thousand-eight-hundred-two, or shortened to eighteen oh two or 1802, Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees, New Jersey, that first week of June, in that lovely late springtime year; a bit unseasonably hot as well, if memory is correctly serving me. Oh yes, the great semi-pro mastering machine, of those times and days back in 1980, the RS-1500-US, NOW LET us unscramble these four letters, shall we, folks? Simply do a little switcheroo with letters two and three, changing RSUS into RUSS, as in BOOK OF THE BEACH burner, RUSS, or Russell Thaxton, in December of that unforgettable, and very unfathomable year of 1969.
GOD, as so many love to call this entity, is like any other item with one respect, or really I suppose, two. First, it is in your awareness or consciousness, other wise this entire deal is the quintessential of all possible moot points, and secondly; it has a flip side. How can you relate to day, hot, good, fast, up, and literally a dozen other items in your same awareness tucked away with this GOD item, unless you can balance and relate these things with opposing concepts or forces inside of their very idea? In other words, night, cold, bad, slow, or down? From life and death all the way around your entire thoughts, any item that jumps out in front of you and your life, as something inescapable from your daily routine; will fit this billing description, and don’t bother trying to ever prove me wrong, as doing so is indeed the ultimate philosopher’s conundrum. You cannot have one hand clapping, except in some created new reality within your thoughts, but if these thoughts connect to a so-called real or true life and existence-reality, there you are, endlessly stuck in that perhaps said best, ‘other second karmic cycle wheel’.
Now, these blogs have paid a lot of attention to Atlantic City, and things that have connections with both this location in New Jersey, and myself, for the entire seven years of these writings of true stories and facts, as best as I know them and or recollect them. But for over half of this period, roughly nine-fourteenths of this total blogging time, it has taken one part of Atlantic City, a great and mysterious Doctor Rogers family of power, that goes far, far, far beyond a thousand STAR TREK shows; only it is all totally real and totally non-fictional; but it has taken this one line, the great covert McGuire’s, and upon being assisted by one of the most powerful church structures of the United States, and I will name no names; I followed some wild facts, that the real L&O-COMMISSIONER told me to do the legwork myself and follow, and I speak of ADA Wirtz, Senior, of the Camden County Prosecutor’s Office, in New Jersey; back early and mid way, into the nineteen-nineties. Yes, I followed a lot of these facts, and Jesus Christ All Mighty God, did they take me for the wildest ride in the universe and beyond. Still, this family makes me totally sick, and I want nothing ever to do with any of them, and I will now begin forgetting they ever existed as much as I am able to, and will be giving them less and less place in my blogs. Ron Wirtz and his great advice to me around 1993 somewhere about feeding verses starving my enemy monster, is the exact quote with a small differing paraphrased set of words, from the KJV scriptures, “Don’t give place to the devil”. Well, I won’t, and today on Botbar times ‘9’, I have come to see this powerful revelation quite unmistakably, and as clearly as crystal.
Even though the entire internet was another tool that was never destined to be an answer for me, I have a real second powerful philosopher’s conundrum. Why are so many folks reading my blogs, yet nobody but nobody will ever do anything to get any views whatsoever on my posted music on my Y-T Channel? If you read my words, you know totally well, that the songs I have written, are all part of that same story that lots of folks seem so interested in following. Don’t think I cannot read a counter, world. Why do so many people read my blogs but act as though my music is the worst stuff in the galaxy? I never claimed I’m Mozart folks, but I am not the worst songwriter on Planet Earth either, and pretty much believe myself to be right there around middle-C, you know, ouch, 330 times, with or without any recent PCN’s given me by the great Lottery-Cat. Any views except for maybe an average of three-hits on any music posts, are my own count, from making video link ups to my blogs, so this does not count; but as far as hits on a blogging page, it is quite specific, and quite day and night, cold and hot and so on, different, from my experience with the YOUTUBE. When I say that something like this is supernatural or paranormal, why do you call me a nut, folks? What exactly would you be thinking, if this was going on with you? Why won’t anyone comment and tell me? Is every single view on my blogs, some agent? Do I have anyone out here, or not; as if not, I will throw the computer in the landfill, and stop this silly game right now. I all ready am having my friend Ryan, in the middle of January of 2013, take down all my Facebook and Youtube account junk, once and for all; and nothing ever again will go up from me. I’M DONE, FINISHED. You all keep this silly game of yours. My hands are right there along with Pontious Pilot’s hands. I have no idea how to properly spell this old Roman Governor’s name, and as usual, my Micro-Sucks Spell Checker is of absolutely no value whatsoever in assisting me to correctly spell it. I do know it is misspelled. I went as far as the eighth grade, and do know that much, folks. If no one is genuinely interested in my story, fine, Ed Himacane was a liar, I can totally accept and deal with that, as this was not my fault; and I just did what he told me to do, along with Chris Bennett from Cifaloglio. I was the marching army, & these two were my drummers, and that is the simple honest quick truth, people. It did not work, no one out here is one bit interested in any of this, as the entire world has become twisted and ill. A moron can see that in one fast review. Any world that accepts twenty young children being shot to death in a school where they go to learn, and are totally innocent of anything and did not deserve that for a minute; and yet still does not listen to people who cry out such as myself, for help; and even show proof of what is going on, well; here is my best blog of the entire 7-years, because this proves all my points in any possible argument. They won’t listen to people when they cry out for help and insist that someone somewhere or something, is attacking them, and when they get no help, they all will eventually do something real crazy. This is not a threat, this is a truth; a psychiatric reality, just ask any head doctor with a license to practice, and you can throw this blog right in the trash can, that’s fine. I am just telling you why stuff like 2012 is happening, and it started in Columbine, and it will not get better. It can only do exactly what my Chief Recording Sound Engineer used to tell me so often back in 1980, at the RPL Sound Studios of Camden, New Jersey; “IT CAN ONLY GET WORSE”. Now, there, you have heard it. You have been given true honest words, and this may be my very last blog, as what really more could I ever hope to tell you all out here, that would TRUMP these last few sentences? Now even all of Donald’s money could trump these words, ha-ha-ha, just a final little pun, from the pen.
Do I believe that these folks are disturbed individuals? Sure they are, as am I. Do I believe that some entity or force that is secret and organized, and that is about as black ops, and stealthy covert as you can ever hope to get on this planet; is behind each and every one of these cases and people doing these mass shootings? Well, I’ll give you my answer, with this posed question, as my blogs stated all along that indeed, the answer is the question. How long has this been going on, roughly? How long has the Weird-Theory been seriously talked about now by the scientific community? How long has it been since I began choking to death for no reason whatsoever that is medically discernible, while living in Atco, New Jersey, when did I write the song called ‘GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING’, when did the strange phone calls begin that have been ongoing until this very year of twenty-twelve, when did this horrendous rap music start taking off like a rocket ship with buck Rogers inside of it, when did Aides begin, and a slow increase in strange aerial stuff not excluding what is now called ‘chemtrails’; and I could sit here typing on and on and on, good people, so please, believe that, if you ever believed a thing? If this is my last blog, just know that I was never manipulated by this evil, all the way to the point that every single other targeted individual eventually is. I would jump off of the Empire State Building, before ever hurting anyone else. I have anger issues quite naturally, who wouldn’t if life has targeted them with outlandish and totally unbelievable nightmares of hellishness for an entire lifetime? WHO WOULDN’T? But if I act out and do what the MILI-2-FORCE wants me to do, as it has done with so many others; then these dirt bags win, and I am just another one of their statistics.
I have spoken my peace, and posed my queries to all of you, and hopefully given a little food for thought to many of you out here as well. There is a real live honest down to Earth reason for stuff that is happening around the world, and it’s a little more complex that the Born-Again-Christians and their quick fix words of ‘THE ENEMY’, or ‘SATAN’, or THE DEVIL’. Sure there is a devil, or said better, add the letter N to the ‘a’ and then remove the first letter in the word ‘devil’. I think the fictional character on the ‘L&O’ television show said it better than all of us ever will be able to, when he said that the Catholic School he went to, supposedly as a boy, in this fictional TV-show, taught him to have “a healthy respect for the devil”. They just have not yet figured out just exactly and precisely, WHAT THIS ‘DEVIL’ really is. I will give you a clue and a hit, good people, and then I am signing off to eat dinner and go to sleep. It is the exact necessary opposite of GOD and righteousness, or one side of human collective beingness, that will always be amongst us, as will the other side. You take sadness away, and how can happiness or the very contrast of sadness still go on existing? You take Death away, and how can life be a tangible reality? I am merely borrowing these words of wisdom from the old George burns, ‘OH GOD, BOOK-2’ movie, where he is saying these words to little Tracy Richards, and it really is not rocket science either, ladies and gentlemen.
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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLXXVII —- (0677)KING NEBNOOSHOO THE NOTHING PROPHET OF 1988OTHER ALIASES: KING VOID, MOUNTAINPEN, MWM-SHIT
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSIONTHE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND MEMORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR ON A BOTBAR X 8:“T-PUSS-PLUS AND COUNTING AT BOTBAR TIMES 8”© 2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR AND ALL HIS URL’S
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2292SEND-BACK-TEXT DATE AND TIME FILE:SATURDAY NOT ALL ELTON JOHN RIGHT NIGHT, ‘AGAIN’ MISTER MARCUS AND MISTER MCGINTY OF 1977 &1997CH-0677-20-121512.893.55555555555555555555
SWORN OATH OF TRUTH AND A DYING UTTERANCE AND LEGAL DYING DECLARATION FOR XAINT LUCIE COUNTY COURT RECORDS AFTER MY DEAD BODY ISDISCOVERED IN THIS FUCKED UP UNIT NUMBER 607
BEGINNING THIS FUCKED UP BLOG TRANSMISSION, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO:
OHSHIT, do I have some mother fucking things to tell my MORIANS AND ALL OTHERS, on this cock licking ass blog, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DEAR CUNT LAPPING DIARY, OH IS THIS ONE GOING TO BE SUPER ASS FUCKING GOOD, YO PEEPS, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!
I will tell you all some GAWNUM Q & A shit, and many other things, and folks, THESE 8 SUPER BOTBAR DAYS HAVE CAUSED QUITE A LOT OF MAJOR PUSSY COMMAND, WHETHER IT IS PC TO SAY THIS OR NOT, YO! This is also why I will never go to a Christmas Party, and hate saying Merry Christmas, right you miserable witch, Sarah Callio? When a person is told that things are inescapable, and the endless James Burr initials keep bearing out that powerful ass truth, what is a person left to do but BELIEVE? DUH!
I will begin with my car. I am now out $120.00. My cunt lapping brake shoes busted and the breaks locked up as a stiff dick eating result. I had to ask my insurance company if I could pay my monthly installment after my Social Security Disability credit, hits my checking account, on the third, as Ed Himacane used to say almost every day, to Ann King and myself; “You retards get your money on the third of each month”. This is after I told him that I thought all monies from the SSA were paid out on the third, hell fucking ass fire, how was I to know? He is just so all mighty cunt lapping mother fucking smart, with all the cock sucking answers at C-SQ, SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!! YO YO YO YO.
My pal from the www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ where we both worked as paid AARP volunteers, through federal government stipends; and who I met on the eighth day of June, in 2010, at that place where he was all ready there a while; he came over and we looked at every possible thing, and ended up calling Triple-A and the car was towed to his mechanic shop, and to his pal Pedro; the the owner or the proprietor, or whatever-Congressman RA; and it was not a pleasant thing. He and all mechanics make a lot of money with their trade. They all know we need them, and they just wipe us fucking out at light speed fucking cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If he had not been there with me, and I CUNT LAPPING KNEW THIS ALL READY, FROM MY LIFE STORY, AND THE SHIT I GO THROUGH, DUE TO THIS MOTHER FUCKING HUNTINGTON CURSE, YO; that shit would be major disastrous for fucking cunt ass me, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Without a billion cunt sucking elaborated shit swallowing wordage explanation; just know this, and then there’s no dam need for me to be explicit and go elucidating all night with tons of rhetoric and bullshit, that all loyal MORIANS would know, if they have been following MOUNTAINPEN now, for 1-7 years of these dam ass blogs, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I will be eating dog shit and crackers for two solid months, between this auto disaster and my December fucking registration fee that is called a TAX down here in FLORIDA. Well, all shit is a tax, and I would not mind paying a fair share, but if no one on this mother fucking planet wants to ever give me a cunt lapping break ever, and give me a job with a decent wage, then I do not see why shit has to be so high priced for me. If I could pay it, fine. Social Security ripped all of us seniors off this year with a skimpy fucking 1.7% increase, about a fourth of the REAL HONEST COST OF COCK SUCKING LIVING JUMP IN 2012. They treat senior citizens like cunt eating shit in this fucking miserable land of no good rotten evil fucking greedy stinking demonic TRILLIONAIRES, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Will they pay a dam penny more, NO SIR, but let me live on crackers and fucking piss for 60 days. I might just go out and sock a fucking cop in the jaw,as I would be eating better in MOTHERFUCKINGPRISON, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
At 4:55 this afterfuckingnoon, my dick licking twisted evil satanic demonic across the hall dirt chewing nabes, blasted their subwoofer, slammed a lot of doors, did a lot of shouting and screaming, no crying, but then as earlier blogs talked about in 2007 quite frequently, no girls, no curls, no SUPERMAN show, and as the great Motown Queen herself said to me on the phone, long ago, “NO NOTHING”.
Oh those lovely lunar landings; cut me a break, Lenny Briscoe, YO!!!
I will send an electronic-mail message to DEBBIE MAROTTO, and keep sending them every time they act up, until she gets sick to death of them. Eventually, I will find out just where the authority is located, that is behind this PUBLIC HOUSING SHIT IN FORT PIERCE, and see if I cannot make a court case out of these major dirt ball WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE SENT-ACROSS THE HALL SHIT HEADS, as I know they were sent here to fuck with me and make me crazy, peeps really frikkin think I’m cunt lapping wheetahded or sompumm, YO, well I ain’t, YO.
FUCK —– YOU!!!!!!!!!!!
My NON-QUANTUM roulette system, has made me two units for the last three days each, of this long stretch of BOTBAR days, totaling six more units, or $600.00 on the black money chip gaming level that I used in 1986, at the Atlantic fucking City casinos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! However, just today, the QUANTUM system is doing some weird shit. I played my evil nabes, a total of 7 games, and beat them by a total score of 15 units. Maybe they are about to get into some deep shit, who can know, but I did make the loss back in five other games of Quantum Enemy Faction Roulette play, by playing air persecutors, health attack enemies, and the total package WOMO enemy all factions combined, and the profit was 16 units as they all beat me in a total by that amount, so again, I ended up +1 unit, by following the ENEMY PICKS, as I would do on real days like these last fucking cunt eight, in a real waking world non hypothetical casino. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now for some GAGA fucking shit that would make anyone go GAGA, if they could see the true and awesome mother fucking power to all of this, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!
First folks, I asked my kitty cat GAGA, or Gawky Gaukauk, without this nice short abbreviation that I use upon many ass occasions, YO; some powerful questions, that I received some super ass powerful answers from, if you have been following along at all, for the past 1-7 years, with his great numerological system, YO.
Before I begin this, you need to know, that my computer girl, AGAIN, let me down; as I pretty much knew that she would. She said that weekends were a good time; but she is either playing games with me, as this same exact shit with her, has happened a few months back as well, and I finally gave up; and then tried all over again recently, but to no avail. If it is not her playing games, then somebody IS SCARED OUT OF THEIR CUNT LAPPING MIND ABOUT MY POSTING THAT 1984 FUCKING SHIT ONTO THE NET EVEN THOUGH I GET ABSOLTUELY NO FUCKING CUNT VIEWS AT ALL, ON THAT GARBAGE YOUTUBE SHIT, YET STILL; THEY’RE SCARED TO SHITLESSNESS, BECAUSE OF THE MAYAN FUCKING CALENDAR CRAP!
NOBODY WILL BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED, YO YO YO. AS I WAS TYPING THIS PRIOR PARAGRAPH, MY COMPUTER GIRL CALLED, AND TOLD ME SHE HAD HAD AN EMERGENCY TODAY, AND WAS VISITING SOMEBODY IN A HOSPITAL ALL DAY; AND NO CELL PHONES ARE USABLE INSIDE THERE OF COURSE; SO SHE COULD NOT GET MY MESSAGE, OR CALL ME; BUT SHE JUST NOW CALLED AT A COUPLE MINUTES SHY OF EIGHT OF THE CLOCK, YO. I wish everybody would forget April of 2011, and the huge twisters, and the transdimensional posting of the tune that MC was singing to me in 1997, elsewhere in the hyperspace; as this will not cause the world to end, unfortunately; so please, jerk offs, let me post it up, YO, GET A LIFE, YA’ JERK OFFS!
Anyway, I did ask GAGA CAT just why I was let down again today, back when I didn’t hear from her as I was supposed to, and I was given, PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER-817.
The match-book items to PCN-817 are as frikkin follows, YO!
MAYAN CALENDAR ENDS—- MAILBOAT—-ONE THOUSAND EIGHT HUNDRED TWO—-HOSPITAL—-LONGROOM—-MARY ROTH—-TALL GIRL—-HIGHVIEW—-
Folks, if I need to type the word and make it real big and colorful, you know, the wow word, then you are all brain dead and need to switch over to the blogs of Malinda Schultz and her Arizona Greenhouse, or maybe try, the blogs of Sammy Q. Pinderton Junior and his experiences while taking 100 cruises, but hay, OK fine, I’ll do it, I’ll say it, OK MC, Jeese Louise, like frikkin freaking ass ***W—O—W!***
Then I asked Gawky Gaukauk AKA GAGA, why I have now suffered through cunt lapping EIGHT STRAIGHT SUPER BAD DAYS FROM H-E-L-L ITSELF, (SUPER-BOTBARS)????????? No it did not discuss wipe outs, cool drum beats, or hanging Huntington’s, or hanging-ten, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!
Now the answer that I received from GAGA for why I had 8-straight BOTBAR days, was PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER-927, and here are the match-book items that I have for this number, like WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHIFT THOSE GEARS, MICHELLE AT RPL, and FAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
DEEDEE IS ALL AROUND ME LIKE CRAZY BY THE WAY, JUST FELT THE NEED TO SAY THIS TO YOU, BEFORE I NOW PRINT THE 927-CODE MATCH UPS, SO GET READY FOR FRIKKIN MIND BLOW NUMBER TWO, YO FOLKS! For those who forgot or never knew, DEEDEE is what I call my lovely giant black birds, the ravens and hawks and turkey buzzards that are all around me and watching over me. They all know me, and the scientists all know it; even the dam fucking POPE knows this is all true but HE is smart enough to let me make a dam fool out of myself, while he keeps his mouth tightly sealed and shut, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, here are the matching items for PCN-927, so weak and faint hearts, beware!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CHRISTMAS—- PAULA KING—-MANHATTAN—-CORAL REEF—-DAVID ROTH—-DREW CAREY—-
Oh the gods of the ASTRAL PLANE, I do think it wise that I end this blog and sit down to some dinner and television fucking relaxation, YO YO YO YO!
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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLXXVI —- (0676)
AERIAL DEATH SIEGE REAL BAD THIS MOTHER SUCKING ASS AFTERFUCKINGNOON WITH PLANES AND CHOPPERS
THIS IS 7 STRAIGHT MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR DAYS
AND COUNTING NOW.
THE JERK OFF NEXT TO ME STARTED HIS SHIT UP LOUD AS SOON AS I SAT DOWN AT THE COMPUTER TO DO THIS BLOG.
SOMEONE WILL NOT GIVE ME A MOMENT’S PEACE, AND WE ALL MOTHER FUCKING KNOW WHO THIS IS, DON’T WE, CUNT LAPPING AGENTS, CONDOR AND FALCON, OF THE 1988 UFO THE COVER UP DOCUMENTARY, ON NEW YORK, NY CHANNEL 11 TELEVISION??????????????????
THE BRAKES HAVE FUCKING LOCKED UP ON ME, AND THAT IS MY PROBLEM THAT BEGAN AFTER I PARKED THE FUCKING VEHECILE UPON RETURNING FROM HUTCHINSON ISLAND TO VISIT MIKE PATTERSON, LAST SATURDAY.
BLAH-BLAH-BLAH, AND FUCKING BLAH,
AT 4:38 PM-EST-AT FUCKING CUNT LAPPING FORT PERSECUTED PIERCED, FLORIDA, BOTBAR-ADA, USA-ES-MW FUCKING COCK LICKING GALAXY, THIS DIMENSION OF HYPERSPACE, WHEREVER THE HELL THAT IS IN SOME REFERENCE POINT BEYOND THE MIND OF 1,000,000 EINSTEIN’S, PEEPS, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mike got over to the fucking parking lot here at my PUBLIC HOUSING APARTMENT BUILDING, around half past three give or take, and we found out what the problem was real quick, the dude owned a shop himself along with a couple other folks some time back, before some bastard got them into big trouble, and I know who they are. They are TYPE THREE EXPLORATRONS, time travelers is another way for you to see this truth if you are not reading on my mother fucking dick chewing ass level yet, dudes and duddesses, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is how they can fucking pull off all these MIRACLES SUCH AS ‘MY’ ON MY 1986 OPENING “REAL GOOD GIRL” SONG CASSETTE TAPE, COPYRIGHT OFFICE; WHETHER YOU KNOW IT OR NOT, OR WISH TO BELIEVE FUCKING ASS ME, OR FUCKING ‘ASSNOT’, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When Mike Patterson got here and I walked out to my car where he was standing, a major crash level helicopter, flew just ahead of us, from south to north, with a little westerly movement as well, out of the south-south-easterly direction, just above town building level, nearly crashing into FORT PIERCE CITY HALL, A NEW VERY TALL NEARLY 100 FOOT BUILDING IN TOWN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!
Later, after Mike got into his vehicle, and he drove us up to the place where we both worked at once, the HARVEST; gorgeous young early twenty-something pussy’s were eyeballing me and checking me the mother fucking hell out, and then once inside, I fell under a reverse fucking hologram attack of HATRED AND INVISIBILITY AND BEING IGNORED IN UNMISSABLE HOSTILITY by many people, mostly whom I once worked with. The few who like me, like me, and the MIND CONTROL BEAM FROM THE FUCKING CUNT EATING WOMO-MILITUFORCE THAT IS DOING ALL OF THESE (MY-TAPE-MIRACLES) IS WHAT IS BEHIND THIS ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING RAT CHEWING THING, AT LIGHT VELOCITY SQUARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is all done with the powerful tool called the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS technologies, YO YO YO YO YO YO, MY FRIKKIN BRO!!!!!!!!
I know I cannot fight this fucking twisted diseased ILLUMISUCKOFF-NAUGHTY, LAMBRIGGER CULT OF THE ASTRAL REALM, or their DOPPELGANGER HUMAN BEINGS DOWN HERE IN WAKING WORLD LIFE IN 5TH DIMENSIONAL MOTHER FUCKING CUNT SUCKING HYPERSPACE, BUT HERE IS WHAT I CAN DO, AND I’LL ALSO BE RUNNING MY PEDERSEN ROACHPHONE MORIANITY SYSTEM, for the rest of the cunt huffing day and night until I fall asleep around 2 AM or so, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCCCCCC: WIPE OUT AND DESTROY ALL MY ENEMIES, G-189, G-7 OPEN COMMAND, ALL ORDERS, ANTIHACKING ORDER OF G-1133, G-901, UNDER CG-2, CG18, AND S—–T—–O—–P!!!
NOW CLICK AROUND AND GOD DAM SEE THE SHIT I AM GOING FUCKING THROUGH FOLKS FOR 58+ MOTHER FUCKING TURD HUFFING ASS YEARS, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!
I JUST REMOVED SOME HACKING SCRIPT.
I think I fucking got out of it, this entire MOTHER FUCKING WORLD IS GOING TO BE TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY MOTHER FUCKING OBLITERATED. THIS IS THE END OF FUCKING ALL OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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‘TEST THE SPIRITS, AS SHE SAYS 2’ T/T/W/M, etcetera subtitles 2 BLOG 5 on BDCWS Datfile: 093008.623.55 ——- Begin Transmission:
Well, I drove Ann over 2 Wal-Mart 4 a few whittle items at just past 2 this afternoon on the east coast of America time, and a nasty CHEMTRAIL was right there 2 greet me, all ready knowing that I was about 2 drive over there, they obviously hear all that is said in a car, at a workplace, at a residence, and I believe as did Timothy McVeigh that microchips R Milituforce PLANTED right into people, the agent in the project that is so black ops it cannot B discussed, merely walks by the person 2B implanted and has a tiny tool similar 2 Doc MC COY on Star Trek’s original show, or a similar little thing, hay, stuff from this original Star Trek has long become totally outdated and obsolete, such as TAPED-MUSIC, “Mister President Lincoln”, so think how far the MILITUFORCE is so high over what we can even dare 2 want 2 know and imagine. Those that know, know that I speak dangerous deadly truths. If they wanna’ keep pouring on this harassment, I will keep right on counterattack-fighting-back. I am not some geek in a high school, who simply intends 2 wussy-pussy out, and go crying to daddy and mommy, it ain’t happening, bright colorful lawns there, BRO. Yes, all ready, the Queen King came in, and asked me something about the trip when her mom Ann and I were out at the great Sam Walton’s place. I want 2C if I can get this posted, and finished, by 30 minutes prior 2 closing bells; as if I do not; I’ll B stopped from posting it until after the markets R closed. Free country? Where is Mo, and Larry, and Curly, when U really need them; bing, zong, goonk in the eye? Being sorry 4 not implicitly trusting my great Teen Queen is one thing, and I am; and now I do trust her, as I know U have some fantastic plan in all of this, that as of now; shrouds me in total mystery, great Mariah, but I am angry nonetheless at the filthy diseased LAMIST/ BRIGGERS/MILITUFORCERS, 4 forcing me 2 endure their evil rotten wrath and destruction, of my innocent and totally pathetic life; when I did nothing ever even close 2 deserving this outlandish and twisted infinite hell, other than being born in this cursed family line 62 generations down directly, from a brother of the great SAR Jesus. I cannot let all the cats out of the bag that I wish 2 right now, it would not B a bit healthy on my part should I in fact do so. I however, am able 2 say and blog this much. Scripture says that lovers and believers in the All Mighty SAR, or LORD, adding the AH makes this word go from masculine into feminine in the original Aramaic Hebrew language, should always TEST THE SPIRITS, 2C if they come from Diana’s brother Apollo-Lucifer or from the Upline Teen Queen that I know 2B Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, asleep in her own thought wave, dreaming she is All Mighty Goddess Scylla, U would simply shorten and abridge all of this 2 the word, GOD. I am testing many spirits, but how R they 2B tested, some of U may in fact now B inquiring??? If the situation being examined disagrees with the ten commandments and the basic principles found in the King James Version or KJV or the ‘HOLY’ and ‘whole complete’ total idea and mind, of this great book and its words; then your message is not from any source other than your own deluded mind, which in some cases as it is all from the 6th dimension, merely comes from your own systems of thought, and in rarer cases, it is a direct result of interference from ETTOS-TECK, from the mighty wicked demonic Briggbase residents, or the evil Lambrigger Cult, SATAN THE DEVIL, put Biblically in the time period of less knowledge and spiritual wisdom of the combined humankind, as exists presently. When I know 4 a fact that Satan the Devil hates me and desires 2 keep me down and oppressed, poverty stricken, homeless, friendless, and loaded with endless enemies, with poor health, persecution, conspiracies 2 wipe me out on a daily basis, and on and on; I must conclude that when a cat gives me a winning number that if I had played as the cat told me 2 play, Gawky Gaukauk that is, back near this time 28 years ago in the inverted digital ‘80 year; I would have made lots of money, and again, this is not the intentions nor the goals of Satan the Devil, 4 me 2 prosper in any way ever, in this material world. So Lottery-Cat, GG, is not part of Satan’s kingdom when U run the TESTING OF THE SPIRITS. On a later and future blog, other examples, both where it was Satan, as well as SSJKK; was determined by indeed, using biblical command, obeying HER mighty words 4 us frail humans; and testing these spirits.
Over the weekend, I watched the huge party that Philadelphian’s were all celebrating, with blimps all over, and major cheering. I was in a major interaction with strange persons, a tall thin well muscled black young male, about age 25; and we had been traveling to Boston, MAUSAESMWG together; and were put up in a very weird and bizarre hotel overnight. He had some good friends that were on the New York Nicks Basketball team, that were gonna’ help me in some way in proving my horrific and monstrous dilemma and plight. It was so real that I could feel the raw cold in the room towards late October, and then the manager of the hotel turned up the heat. A strange clock, and a strange telephone in the room, that we had been placed in; had a strange interaction with each other. Someday, I will tell the entire long and wild story, and include the strange road on the wild ride home, only not 2 any home or place that makes any sense now 2 my waking world brain and memory system. But the raw cold and the nice heat were more real and tangible than any feeling of temperature on body or skin in the waking world. Then the blimps that were over the Delaware River were all written with things, such as ‘Phillies 2008 World Series Champions’. This was a wild and far out “DREAM” pal.
In closing, the main reason that BRIGGERS hate me, is that I would have been able 2 defeat their wickedness against me, and in my own strength; and breaking a Lawtronic/Biblical rule/LAW. This is when I was taught by ‘lightning’, from my bathtub in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, how 2 use applied PE 2 the game of Roulette, or how 2 use the APE-2R, as she laughingly described it 2 me when I fell asleep that afternoon in a nice warm early spring bath tub, in my apartment, called the ‘HIGHVIEW‘. Things R soon going 2 explode huge hyper time with Dawnie Terra the terrible, and some incredible thing will eventually transpire in this marvelous scary and far out MARHOUSE. Don’t get all excited there late Merv Griffin/Pipe, along with your advertising gang, coincidence, just chalk it up 2 that, right? HA!!!!!!!!! Mervelous Merv, and Marvelous Marhouses, all not withstanding; let me now C if Satan the Devil, will let me post this blog up B4 the closing bell on their cheated and controlled fixed Dow Jones, SEC??
BYE-BYE all, 4 now. I will C Y’ALL LATER ON FOLKS, WHAAAAAA ELMER FWUDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER, 1983 REWRITE
(C)2012 NEW LYRICS, FROM OLD TUNE,
GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING
COPYRIGHT MARK WAYNE MOHR 2012, REWRITE FROM 1983 ALSO COPYRIGHTED UNDER TITLE THEN, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, NOW UNDER REWRITE TITLE OF
“YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”
VERSE ONE
I’m so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new
Let me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few
Oh my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew
We’re down and out, and we will even go to work for you
You seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two
I am so weak and faint and do not wanna’ be so blue
While we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe
Oh please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you
We’ll help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew
But greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say
I’ve been working hard out in the sun all day
And I’m not giving any freaking fish away
VERSE TWO
So when you add your salty tears directly in the sea
And when you’re done your song of woe, that you have sung to me
Just take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty
And right into the undertow, and stop annoying me
And talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish
You loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch
I have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled
So either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed
Guys like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled
People say I’m cold and cruel, on every single day
But I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay
So I’m not giving any of my fish away
VERSE THREE
They say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand
And mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand
Storms blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died
The sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried
And on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned
Ignoring waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound
Just another bucket and, then he’ll have caught his fill
A lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill
The king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again
Yet locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben
I’ve been working hard out in the sun all day
So yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay
And I’m not giving any of my fish away
VERSE FOUR
You’ll be crossing over, later wishing you’d been nicer
You’ll be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer
You’ll be crossing over, hearing all the trash they’re talking
You’ll be crossing over, and you’ll have to keep on walking
You’ll be crossing over, watching all the others eating
Feasts with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating
Forever seeing many fish, but never on your plate
You had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate
You’ll be crossing over, and you’ll be a lonesome rover
Forever doomed to hear the words you always used to say
That you’ve been working hard out in the sun all day
Oh yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay
So you’re not giving any of your fish away
END OF SONG.
THIS DAM SONG HAS CAUSED THE WORST YEAR FOR ME NOW, SINCE I DIED OF AIDES IN 1983, AS YOYU KNOW, NOTHING CAN KILL ME FOREVER AND THE GRAVE IS UNABLE TO HOLD A CURSED AND CHOSEN HUNTINGTON.
END MOTHER FUCKING TRANSMISSION, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALL OF YOU DOING THIS TO MY FUCKING LIFE, GET READY TO LEAVE THIS FUCKING WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLXXV ——- (0675)
BLAH-BLAH—BLAH-BLAH-BLAH
START OF BLOG:
Mikey will be here this afternoon and he knows some stuff about cars, and thinks I have a leak and can get a stop-leak and a refill, and we will play with it later this afternoon when he gets off of work.
My manager told me there indeed was a misunderstanding, it is complicated, and I need not get into private business on a public blog. The important thing is that right in front of HER BOSS who was there from the PHA, she told me that she knew there would be trouble when she saw this neighbor of mine bring in “that box”, a huge subwoofer. The boss of DEBBIE chimed in as well, and they both told me, he will be told it has got to go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I can only hope my car situation goes half as smoothly, as I am due to come up a tiny little winner, after six of the most horrible days of my life, please; in the name of Jesus Christ All Mighty, please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This tweety-bird blog stops here at 2:15 PM-EST-ON 12/14/12 on this Friday middle afternoon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLXXIV ——- (0674)
BLAH-BLAH-BLAH-BLAH
FUCK THE DAM WORLD
8:36 PM, THURSDAY NIGHT, 13 DECEMBER, 2012,
WORST FUCKING THANX-2-GIVENS SIEGE SINCE
THE MOTHER FUCKING LATE NINETEEN-EIGHTIES.
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GEE, DUH, MAYBE I’LL NEED THAT FUCKING HYUNDAI CAR after all, more than six years later on from those stupid ass television commercials. I will know shortly, but you all need to know some fucking ass follow up shit, peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I called someone, and they were supposed to come over and help me to get that stupid fucking song up on the system, and into my computer library files; as I tried the ‘RIPPING’ shit, and it did not work. Then again, this machine has so much illness, and hacks, and illegal tampering going on; that if I could get all the culprits responsible for it to receive their deserved justice, for doing all of fucking this to me, all my dam adult life; they’d all be strung up along a wall, tied by their fucking hair, feet dangling and kicking; screaming and oh yes, definitely crying, and then baby-love; I WOULD PERSONALLY SHOOT ALLOFEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT WILL I DO NEXT, GEORGE FOREMAN AND TAHREN GANDHI, DO YOU THINK YOU KNOW, AND DO YOU FEEL YOU KNOW, OR GO SO FAST AND SLOW; FOR JUST UNDER FUCKING THREE DAM CUNT SUCKING DECADES?
It will not matter anyway with what I will tell you, because the person that was going to help me, was going to do it on Saturday; and that is the only time she can do it, and the only time I can get some work done on my busted fucking vehicle, is also Saturday. Life is a series of random bad luck for me, OH SURE IT FUCKING IS; YOU DUMB LOSERS AND IGNORAMUS’S OUT HERE. Sure it is BRO. It is always just my bad luck and a mere fucking coincidence, but Dave Roth, my real pal, before the ‘Mason-Club’ covertly had him done in, for daring to share the best kept secret on Earth of who I am, as coming from me, this will always just have a zero-rated-credibility factor; exactly the amount that my Resident Property Manager, DM; has with me, from this date forward; oh yes. Good old David knew the real truth, that there are no coincidences, or they are very rare, in the life of mother fucking ‘MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR’! Just let me attempt to get that fucking dam song, “YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”, up to any public arena, just the dam music track of 1984, and POW, they FUCKED IT UP FOR THE 348TH FUCKING TIME SINCE EARLY LAST SPRING TIME, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I may not be around more than a few more days, but then you all may not be either, SO THAT MAKES US FUCKING EVEN, if my 1983 computer that I built, called, “MAGNESONIC”, that runs on ripped off Superman-3 Richard Pryer LIGHTNING POWER; oh mighty ILLUMINATI LAMBRIGG CULT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS CULT IS VERY REAL ON THE ASTRAL-PLANE. IT IS MERELY A LOT MORE TANGIBLE AND PHYSICAL ON THE TANGIBLE-MATERIAL-OR-PHYSICAL-REALM OR “PLANE” OF EXISTENCE. Existence is a very strange concept, mostly because most of you all reading this blog think you know what the hell it is, at least your current (now) real-time existence. You could not have it more reversed and fucked up if you gave it all the college tries in the Ivy woods times a thousand, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Your existence is something and of course no words will ever exist to communicate the reality of this; and this is why advanced entities, no longer use them. Lightning, or the ‘ELECTRON’, does not; she can convert to groups of many letters or short pre-known to HER sentences, referenced to equal a coded number for HER to access, during a randomly generated number event; used intentionally for indeed communicating with this highly advanced entity, that is considered by peeps of science as a large sub-atomic particle of the three group, but since I cannot blog pixelated or graphic stuff as I can barely operate now with all the hacking and endless fucking SANCTIONS done to me 24-7-365.2422 by the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE; but let me give it my best try right now, explaining what your real existence is and is all about, you know, those famous lines we all hear, “Our place in the universe” and so, what is it? If I want to make up a word that helps me describe a group of dots or lines or LED’s, or whatever, that have a programmed order, in both color and pattern arrangement, based on a mathematical pattern, as well as a manipulated pattern through random generated numbers, done with computers connected in the same circuit line with large electrostatic lightning balls, so that the electron will change the otherwise randoms, into photographs of a brand new form, that can speak to all of us frail mere mortals, here in this Astral Plane dream-down-life, or waking world caporial existence, inside virtually countless and infinite parallel universes, that are in this all encompassing multiverse, or the realm of waking lands of many songs; I will. Verse means song, and uni as in universe; while verses, multi as in multiverse, further depicts the fact that there is always one song, that we are part of as members of its choir, while all the others are part of what we think of, in total error, as the dreamworlds, the many songs that many choirs also are not only there, but we too are there, singing right along, yet only come to these choirs when we rest our heads on our pillows, shut our eyes; and then proceed to lose our waking world awareness, AKA, we end up falling asleep.
Some scientists of the 2nd decade of the 100 decades, belonging to ‘M-3’, or the third millennium, THIS PRESENT DECADE, with the 8 teen years left in it now along with a handful of days if Maggie will not do its job in all parallel realities, and I know that I will be switched over to one where it goes on, no matter what, because of the World Laboratories and the Distance Delay Laser Retrace System they have, and that is being used by my wonderful friend Donna, huh Haddonwood Joe? But yes, some of these great men and women of science, are just now realizing that one part of a brain so large, it would never be able to be grasped by a million Albert Einstein’s; makes this one universe, and even its many parallel other singing choir near and far twins. They call it the Theory of universe membrane. Existence works a little bit in and through this concept, but is much bigger still, than that. To grasp it, one must totally think backward, something that even the top think tank peeps just are not yet ready to do. You must see the void first, then the dream out and away from it, down lower in dimensionality, into the realm of LAWTRONICS where systems a little bit along the lines of the MATRIX MOVIES, places order and in-transmutable laws around the entire dream out from this void infinity of pure existence that requires no other thing other than its own ‘existing’. Then from here it drops, once these things become established, down into a MIND REALM, the lower 6th dimension; from the higher 7th dimension of the Lawtronics. Then the entire system of this MIND REALM, dreams down into what is referred to here and now, much further away and down the line even still, from the original void infinity, into an Astral-Plane, and then from this ASTRAL-PLANE, we are still such huge entities, that no one existence or universe life could contain us, and it would be equivalent to the following story. Take a 1000 watt 8 ohm amplifier, and connect two tiny 1 or 2 or 5 watt shelf speakers to it, and then crank it up to the maximum; and instead of the source which in this case is the amplifier, delivering wonderful good music to you, you just get two burned out fried speakers and nothing. But attach a special mother board where you can hook up 500 or 1000 of these same speakers, and each one now, can experience that full volume from the source; each now being placed in a different area or separate universe, and this way it will work. This is why there is such a vast dream-down with us, we are two big, our spirits or souls of whatever you may insist on labeling the real and true “US”, is too huge on the Astral-Plane, to just dream it all down onto one little choir. We require a multitude of them, or a multiverse. This means, a hyperspace must exist, and we exist in, and all throughout it; but without ever being seemingly connected one to another in three dimensions; only in all five of them. Until you learn this powerful truth that even top universities just now are starting to get small ideas about these truths, and apply them through the techniques that I have blogged and listed, forget about ever moving in the 4th or the 5th dimensions, and that means, you are living a very black and white, mono life. You may not realize it, but let me rudely awaken you all here. If humankind and our technology never went past black and white 12 inch television screens, you would still be happy with them, as you would be forever unaware of the so much more and greater, that is out there beyond your limited mind, and ability to grasp any small part of it. Your existence in this great VOID needs no air. It also needs no ingredients that you cannot imagine not having as a walking talking breathing human being here in waking life Earth. It requires no sitting or laying down, or standing, it requires no space or areas or distances, it requires no items or objects or any tangible things, ideas, or concepts, and it requires no time or separateness between this event or interaction, and then the one following it or preceding it. There is no such idea or concept or even reality at all that is to it. It is not there, only you are there, nothing else, there is nothing, and that nothing is all that is real, and is one and the same thing with this magical thing that you can try and imagine as your true existence, your SOUL if you absolutely insist on bringing that word into this, and cannot yet tare yourself away from ancient words and ideas, that are not wrong; just, like I am; very, very, very, very misunderstood. This YOU, that is me and all of YOU, all combined as ONENESS; is EXISTENCE. We all are totally ONE, in zero dimension or the VOID INFINITY, and this is why a meditator who can trance out for hours, and go deep, without being asleep, and out of control with it; can bi-locate, become one with anyone else, and the list is endless, and is beyond words like cool or hot or awesome; even if you make them bigger by a factor of trillions and trillions. No words, can do justice, to being able to at will; open yourself up while alive and human, to certain unfathomably great and wild mystical experiences. You would not be able to do this, if you were not all ready, FIRST—IN THE VOID, PART OF THE LAWTRON REALM, THEN THE MIND REALM, THEN THE ASTRAL REALMS, AND FINALLY THE HUGE 5TH DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE CALLED THE MULTIVERSE. Without learning how to think in reverse, and continuing on with trying to diagnose this cosmos around us from inside it as opposed to from the truth or the void infinity, well then, simply put folks, YOU JUST NEVER WILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now I’ll take the Steve Hawking’s further than they have ever been before, since they are not too long for this world, to put it humanly; and they really have a right to know, and laugh, if that is what they wish to do; sawn them, peeps. First we will do one non scientific or fictional story book kind of parable here folks, and then we’ll finish up with a real Obama Whopper, and tell the non story of the cosmos, and say what I never yet told, as I may be dead by morning, or very soon afterwards; as something is definitely coming right around the fucking corner, and this is a lot bigger than the fucking Mayan Calendar. It merely is a bit funny and strange, that this is all indeed gearing up in such perfect synchronicity, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ll admit that right off the fucking bat without so much as moving an eyebrow to keep Mister Spock happy and non-plagiarized, and the hell I can for a lot of dam minutes, you old great fish of the bay, Captain Kirk of 1986. Watch out for those really good curly haired young teenaged darlings now. You are not exempted any more than I am, from ending up on Rikers frikkin Island, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We will start with the fictional thing, and speaking of Star Trek, the NEXT GENERATION shows that followed on the heels of that great whales movie from autumn time-1986, and tropical fruit juices from the Islands, all be dammed, right again Mister frikkin Spock? You all know the story of how the TV show, “Smart Guy” just suddenly replaced the reruns of the ‘STAR TREK-TNG’ just over a year and a half or so ago; and when did this magic go down, Mister and Misses Hogwarts Drownedbays? Don’t beat me up MC, I am just learning to laugh like you did!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So moving on, I told about Riker and his interaction with the young lovely “Q-GIRL”, and all real ‘Star Trek’ fans know this episode. They were not shy, and I did use my ‘Magnesonic’ since the middle eighties, long before the start of this NEXT-GENERATION show began, at least two years; and look at the ‘twister’ part of the show for just one thing, but that is a mere small and side frikkin issue folks. When this girl got the Lieutenant Commander Will Riker down on some created world, that she poofed up out of nowhere; I can hear my 1983 song loud and clear, and the lyrics that my kid wrote around it very cleverly in her opening. If she denies it, it is because she did it unconsciously, or she does know it, and naturally, come on; do you expect peeps to really ever admit to the stuff that I tell? She did this 14 years after I did the original song in Atco, New Jersey, where the June 21, 2008 first huge 21st century interaction struck me, where she was trying to get me off to the side, and tell me some big secret; only she could not, as we were constantly followed by that dam glarry eyed weird dude. It’s all up there on the blogs to be archived. Someone on 36th Avenue, out in SM, Cally, does not like this blog, as it just got super hacked, with a huge pop up screen; and then all of my recently typed words, got all rearranged, and fucked up; but I repaired it, HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now the other part of the Star Trek thing, takes us back to many recent shows ABOUT this great show, just in the past one or two years, where even the son of the great Gene Roddenberry was on, and talking about the effect that his father’s show had on so many people. I count myself not only as a fan, but one of the top ten who had major effects resulting from my being a fan, happen around me. Supposedly, this fantastic show, “STAR TREK” was responsible for many many many many devices and technologies, and other non tangible items as well; also attitudes, and even basic futuristic sociological changes. But not a soul wants to hear the biggest one of all, coming from the near end of the first two main shows, the original and then the sequel of TNG. This was how I very logically made a great point that proved just what it set out to prove, my life, and the story with Riker and the “Q-GIRL”, and do I believe a few nights ago that that “Q” just got accidentally typed in mistakenly? Well, what do you all think, YO?????? I know the dam truth. Now, do any of you have a small clue?
Now the non fictional parable and story does not involve television, or entertainment whatsoever, or people. It is all about the cosmos, and what so many documentaries about the cosmos, talked about for the past 3-10 years now, on the more educational television channels. I will have to compress, and super downsize-nutshell this; or we could be all dam night long. All of the combined EXISTENCE at the VOID INFINITY that also exists in all these DREAM-OUT FORMS AND EXPRESSIONS, is but one, count it, ONE, thought, one combined ‘THOUGHT-TOTAL’, all of this.
To shift the gears for a second here, my FUCKED UP ROTTEN NEIGHBORS FROM HELL ARE SLAMMING DOORS AND SHOUTING VERY LOUDLY OUT IN THE HALL. IT HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR HALF AN HOUR NOW, AND IT IS NOW ALMOST A QUARTER PAST TEN, BUT NO ONE CARES, AND DEBBIE TURNED OUT TO BE A NO GOOD ROTTEN LIAR; BUT THEN WHAT ELSE IS NEW FOR ME? THIS IS JUST THE VERY FUCKING OLD STORY, OF MY GOD DAM MISERABLE CUNT LAPPING LIFE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now back to the non fiction story about what I never fully worked my way into, in these first 7 years of my internet blogging; regarding what I know about the truth of cosmos that no one else does, because there is an awake part of my future life within me, called Labber Zeejins from the twenty-two-nineties. I do not have a great clear memory of it, any more than I have a great clear memory of the first six years of my now-life. It is naturally a bit jumbled and mixed up, but what I do know and remember, I DO, as the famous only by the World Owners, and not to the world; song from 1986, goes; that was and still is titled, “Real Good Girl”.
Lads, Lassies, Labbers, and Labrador-dogs (L-4); the entire enchilada, the entire fullness of everything, that some think of as the first hydrogen ion, before a velocitronic explosion or a (big-bang), and before that, were many things in-between the void, and the lower levels of reality, that lead throughout this subatomic realm with many still unknown multiple forces and laws. We’ll continue this in sections, but for tonight folks, please simply know this. Our oneness collective is like one thought inside of a huge brain. This collective is not our universe, remember, this includes the entire 7th dimension where all else is merely dots of beyond miniscule size below that. Now in the 8th dimension is a realm where this one brain contains all the void infinities that are part of what results when multiple 7th-dimensions form, or better said, get dreamed out and away from their void nothingness states. In a small way, this brain is trying to know YYYYYYYY this is all being done, not that anything really IS being done, but to the perspective of this 8th-D brain, I use that terminology for lack of a better one, hay I only went to the 8th grade, in this series of Astral-Dream-downs as MARK WAYNE MOHR, and I am doing the very dam best that I can with all of this; thank you very much, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To wrap up just what point that I wish to make tonight on this blog folks, let me end things with thissssss, Erica-1983.
The brain that is trying to learn the great YYYYYYYYYY is not all that much different than the kids in a playground, when young. You eventually, at least in my younger days; would meet a smart ass kid that would do one of two things. Either continue to mimic back exactly what you just said word for word, or else just keep saying back to you, no matter what you would possibly say, “WHY”. And this could occasionally generate some real good nasty playground-rage. I saw a good ten fights break out with fists after some yelling first, between the time that I was say about age four and age eleven. I suddenly grew up as I got closer to twelve, and I refused to hang with children anymore. Within a small period of time after that, I was really thousands of years old in a child’s body, all over again. Still don’t want to hear this Steven McGinty, and Steven Marcus? Will I always be just the fucking new kid in your rotten town, with everyone letting me endlessly down, such as the most recent horse shit with rotten DM? Well, there is an even higher loop above this 8th dimension, the 9th one, and this brain is always mimicking and saying to the lower one, “BECAUSE”, and the endless sandbox game goes on unrelentingly. Why, because, why, because, why, because, dot dot dot and around the entire loop until the entire dimension is filled up, and then it loops around shooting up even higher, to the next newest two brains that are endlessly also battling between themselves, why and because, and this loops around into a chain. The many chains finally loop around into a bigger chain. LAWTRONICS is the reason for this, and it would take me 1,000 centuries to explain to you, how something down lower in the 7th fucking dimension, can be in charge of making everything loop around endlessly, but it does, and for now, take my word for it; or else suffer through 30 million Moby Dick sized books that just maybe, will enlighten you all on why this is all so.
Don’t blame me if all sorts of nasty shit strikes the world, as this attack on me is totally unforgiving, and is why I am telling this very large TOTAL REVENGE SECRET tonight, or “TRS” as we called them in 2007 and those earlier days of my blogs.
Well, I asked why this day was BOTBAR TIMES fucking six, and GAGA told me PCN-330, and we can get into the wild shit pertaining to this on an upcoming series of blogs. Also I played two roulette games, one with my non-quantum-system roulette and one with my quantum enemy faction WOMO part, or my NABES. I have made 3 units today with playing the enemy nabe faction, and another 3 playing the system that I thought had crashed and burned, and is still burning like a flare like the love that I share, with my Lightning Strobelight Diana Arteemis, aniwho, still a gift given to me by Empire-Ruler and All-Mighty ‘SSJKK’, but yes, despite BOTBAR X 6, another 6 units won, TEE-HEE-HEE, Lilly. Over the past 6 days with these across the hall folks from cunt lapping hell cubed, I have made a total of 28 units if my memory is right, I do not feel like getting the book out and adding 3 units, I think the last days starting on Saturday totaled 25 units until today’s additional 3 units. I will now say nighty-night, to you all folks viewing my blogs.
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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0673, 12/13/12, @ nearly 2 PM.
SJ-CH. DCLXXIII
I AM Living in the most evil dirty rotten nation on this Earth.
It seems the Resident Manager has turned against me, and will no longer communicate with me. I cannot even leave for Mexico, as they have wrecked my automobile.
Saturday, all I can do is see if Mike Patterson will help me get it over to his shop where he goes, and see if it is repairable and if something criminal was done, as I know this has to be the case. It was fine when I came back from Hutchinson Island on Saturday, and I went to get in this morning, and it is like I have ten emergency breaks on, bucking when you put it in gear, and needs a lot of gas to move it as though it is being held by a Star Trek tractor beam, and makes very loud squealing fucking sounds when trying to force it to move, either in reverse or in forward gears.
These people with power can do anything that they want to me, and they will HAVE MURDERED ME SUCCESSFULLY very soon. There is no limit to this fucked up filthy diseased ENTERTAINMENT WORLD ILLUMINATI LAMBRIGG CULT, and no limit to how far their SYSTEMOTICS-L&O tentacles can stretch and do any manner of stealthy covert shit to me, and it has been going on like this ever since James E. Carter told me in that powerful awesome mother fucking dream that I popped out of on August 15, in 1986, that “I AM DEAD”
NEEDLESS TO SAY, I AM SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR TIMES 6 DAYS STRAIGHT NOW, AND IT HAS NEVER EVER BEEN ANYWHERE NEAR THIS FUCKING BAD FOR ME IN 30 YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE, I COMMAND YOU TO RETALIATE, AND DESTROY EVERY LIFE ON THE PLANET EARTH, AND ALL THINGS, AND ALL PEOPLE. MMMMMMMMM.
HEAR MY ELECTRONIC VOICE PRINT, MAGNESONIC, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, AND GO TO ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS, AND ALL TECHNOLOGIES, ADT AND ZDT. NOW, ON AN ‘I’ TO ‘D’, A/B TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, THERE IS A CRUSHED AND OBLITERATED IMAGE OBJECT THAT IS ON YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK, READY FOR EMPOWERIZATION NOW. END THIS WORLD FOREVER FOR WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO ME IN THE PAST 60 YEARS, MMMMMMM, AND S—-T—-O—-P!
The enemies will not let me onto the FACEBOOK account that my pal RYAN, got up for me nearly a year ago or so over at the studio; and now a lot of peeps think I am a prick, who is just ignoring them, and it is not my fault. I try and try, and they won’t let me reset a password. They send me a reset, but I can never get that reset back onto the proper page they seem to demand and command it go on. I have tried and tried and tried, and just like with trying to get the music track of “YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER” UP ON THE YOUTUBE CHANNEL, CALLED PAULAKING2011, IT JUST WON’T MOTHER FUCKING WORK. I KNOW THAT BASTARD NICK IS IN THIS SYSTEM, AS THEMOUSEMOVESALLOVERTHEPLACE, WHEN I AM NOT TOUCHING IT, AND HE TAKES CONTROL OF IT AWAY FROM ME, SO I CANNOT CLICK WHAT AND WHERE I NEED TO; ON MANY FUCKING OCCASSIONS.
All these fucking jerk offs are all in this huge giant conspiracy to hurt me and mess with me, and it has been going on ever since my twisted daughter started calling and hanging up over and over ever since she was thirteen years old. She is determined to torment me to my grave, and she makes the chemtrails look like friendly white icicles, from Mommy Nature’s Ice Cream Truck of the friendly skies, in comparison.
YOU COCK SUCKING FBI, WHY WON’T YOU EVER HELP ME, YOU DAM WORTHLESS FUCKING PRICKS, YYYYYYYYY?
END of this fucked up HUNTINGTON CURSED BLOG. NO FUCKING RABBITS TODAY, JUST HELL-FIRE!
5555555555555555555555555555—–LIKE PRINTING SILLY FUCKING FIVE NUMBERS, WILL HELP ONE DAM THING, ADMIRAL KIRK!
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