MORIANITY PART 7, CHAPTER 0007

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is the final day of 2013, and also Donna Summer’s birthday, if she was still here with us. Yes the great thirty-first December day, WOW, it gets around to happening every year, gee willagars, Surfer Fonty.

 

And it is a balmy sixty one humid degrees, at twenty four past three, this morning. Basically, this is no longer a blog, but in truth; it has never been one. A blog nobody follows, other than for those keeping tabs on you with agendas; is not really a blog, and never was. So just as it all started around the first day in February in 1983 as PHONE PROGRAM 1 and 2 on the ‘A’ and ‘B’ sides of a cassette tape, and then each following tape afterward becomes two integers higher, such as 3-4, 5-6, 7-8, and so forth, light bulb hacking shit heads and all others in this motley friggin’ crew;  it merely, to quote Billy Shakespeare and his rose by any name bullshit; and an extremely enlightened attitude for anyone living in the Renaissance period; is now the same deal, and an extention with a new name among so many names proceeding it, but it is all just the pathetic records kept by pathetic fucking MARK WAYNE MOHR, known also, sir PRINCE, my old pal and CHEMTRAIL FELLOW SUFFERER; as both Mountainpen, and the Head Morian, and which is of course meaningless, moaningless, and whatever the mighty Professor Kaku and his great mind pals, might all come up with as time, to quote the non bird EAGLES, keeps slipping, slipping, slipping, into Ingrid’s future, and all of our futures as well, without any transdimensional audition and repertoire men and women taking the phonograph arm off of the vinyl recording, at the great almighty CARRIAGE LAMP APARTMENTS, that seemed to become some very wild and strange other names, as time continued following the great words of this non-Philadelphian football team. Let’s not fight over this fucking shit, Mommy Dearest S-Day. I wouldn’t like it, and I am not liking any of it, but what am I supposed to do to Gary Stone and the Matrix digital redhead syndrome all around me, BRAH?

 

 

MORIANITY PART 7, CHAPTER 0007, AKA THE EVER PRESENT AND EVER CONTINUING RECORDS AND JOURNALS, KEPT BY PATHETIC ME, MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!

 

 

Dave Roth used to say it so well with his fist under his arm pit. Here is my opinion of the whole world, then came the nasty and quite revolting sound, but it got the point across, GENERAL GEORGE S. PATTON, sir, just as you claimed that it would, kind sir!

 

 

Not one mother fucking cock sucker on this planet has ever done one thing that was not already part of this cosmic Shakespearean play. When I force myself to dwell on this powerful ultimate monster ass reality, it is difficult not to forgive even peeps like family, Fonda-lovely, and so many more. It really does take the monsters and the scary living dead creatures, right out of the lonely cellars in the deserted woods of the fiction world, and makes them all dissolve into oblivion. Another comforting thought in all of this is that simple lyric in the great summer-1984 tune of Diana Ross, because yes, shake it up any way you want to, but when you throw it out of the bag, it always comes out as ”NOTHING LASTS FOREVER”. Of course ‘forever’ is just a silly illusion that exists inside a very few spatial dimensions but who’s counting, 1969 Russ? Yes, these records will be kept as 2014 comes in, on the open-office system, for days at a time, and just to keep a ”safe journal” that cannot be so easily wiped out as was my 1983 diary on tape, by the great washcloths, sir Druggie David Skeleton; but every week or twice a week, I will still go on posting. Eventually, I am not going to care about any of this. I do not believe in cold turkey changes, it splits the soul way too much, Adam Pandora. Still, slowly over time, this will just all dissolve away and turn into nothingness, which it has always been. It is only the powers that are beyond all of us that really are real, and really get the thrills or any of the emotions of life, out of the totality of everything. Not seeing or knowing this 100% is tantamount to being cemented permanently to a powerful dangerous illusion. The realer part of our self is all that matters, and all basic religions told that same story line, hundreds and even thousands of years ago, long before Morianity and MWM ever got here in SPACE-TIME-MIND.

 

Well, tweet tweet tweet, let my little tweety bird fly away for now, BRO. There are a few locations and secrets that are bigger than anything any of you will ever see on any TV show or movie or read in any source. I will tell more, LATER!

MORIANITY PART 7, CHAPTER 0006

 

 

 

 

 

MORIANITY PART 7, CHAPTER 00006

 

 

SUP SEABOTTOM. I sent an e-mail to you, back on Saturday. Hopefully you will find time early in January to get back to me; if just a couple of sentences, on stuff I have asked you about. If you are not sure what I have talked to you about, you may need to read the past several blogs before this one to catch up. I do not think anyone except the ‘WASHCLOTHS’ and a few in the ‘MILITUFAWCE’, are reading my blogs; and have recently come fully and whole   heartedly, to this conclusion. You may be the only one not in either of these categories, and if I do not hear from you in a week of time, I may begin to wonder about this. If you are just genuinely very busy with a lot going on in your life, just mention that to me when you next write; and then I won’t get all whacked and paranoid, when I hear from you on an infrequent basis. You see, I live alone, have no friends, no family I care to be around, and never did; so I am a totally isolated person who most likely finds it very difficult to relate to family persons, and just real busy folks in general; as I am also a retired person on Social Security. I stopped working after I was canned at my last place of employment, the HARVEST, in Fort Pierce, as a paid volunteer, through a program in Washington, DC, and through a stipend in the AARP Program. This was in early March of eleven, nearly two years ago, so my days are 24-7-365, of basic nothing. I had hoped we would chat once or twice a week, but if you are too busy for this, please just inform me of this, as I will fully understand. I know many peeps also who have 5 or more e-mail accounts, and don’t check one particular account for weeks at a time, or more;  so this is a possibility too; but I really hope in any event, you can just make me privy to the situation, as I have so much to talk to you about, and by the way; even if you are in the family, look; I want peace, and I want closure. I did not mean to do anything wrong, not ever. Even on the ”day of the dog-walk”, up in Suffolk County, New York, late in 1972. You can stay totally anonymous, but I am letting you know; I do not hate my daughter or her friends, or her husband; but if anything, I am very frightened of them, as well as the entire Entertainment World; as it appears from the last very long time, that none of them seem to mean me one bit of good. Well, I just wanted to get this off my chest straight up front. Now that’s done. You need not unless you want to, respond to any of that, when you contact me; and I won’t think anything about it one way or the other way. But you really do have to admit it is very interesting about my sudden drop off in readership, and I have pasted in the last three days of 48 hour page-hits on this blog; and you can see that it has dramatically and drastically dropped into the dead-zone, from a thriving small blog. This happened right after I said what I said to my fave peeps, and I meant it. I am very tired of all of this. I am too old for games and nonsense, and I don’t feel I was unfair or nasty; merely saying I want to be done with this, and them, forever; and quite frankly, Seabottom; whoever you may really be, I DO!

 

 

If I don’t hear from you on or before the TWELFTH OF JANUARY in 2014, I will no longer expect to, and no, I understand, things happen; but I did not mean to say anything to offend you, and I hope that you are just very holiday time busy, as that is totally cool, my friend. You see, my paranoia is real, I am diagnosed seriously, and cannot help it any more than a cancer patient can help being very ill physically. When MUSIC seems to be so very negatively connected with me and my life over a 40-60 year period now, and then I write and ask you about if you can electronically send me any of mine from those tapes, and then I do not hear for weeks, I WORRY, so just please try and see things the way my dumb old brain is wired. Thank you in advance for being understanding.

 

 

 

 

 

Ladies and gentlemen, that is if I truly have any neutral readers and viewers out here, not in the FAMILY, or in the M-2-F, let me just tell you what is going to happen from here. I will continue but now as often, writing my blogs and recording the major events happening in my miserable shitty life. Also, I don’t plan to just sit around doing nothing much longer. I have planes, and for now saying this is sufficient. I am not hiding anything nor am I ever doing anything illegal or immoral or wrong in any way, but my horrible enemies force me to never reveal my plans ahead of time. All I have to say in advance is that I will be somewhere at such and such a time, and a flashmob of giant girls, aerial crap, or some other attack will be there, sure as rain and snow drops out of the sky, good people. I have lived with this freaking mysterious problem now basically all of my life, and especially since you all know when, AUGUST 15, 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Feast on that, world. AHA-AHA-AHA, p;d 1971 buddy, Mike McNulty.

 

 

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I am going to tell the world a nice juicy secret, one of about a thousand of this size, that I could tell, just to make the WOMO’S DAY. My very life and my very existence in the world, is not like anyone else’;s ever anywhere, any time. Things I have said and done 20-40 years ago, over bugged telephones and in other places and forums where absolute privacy was not a guarantee by any stretch; is just recently being said, almost word for word in many cases, on the more intelligent channels on the television line up. I know it, they know it, they all know it. I am not Joe Shmo, yet the common ordinary peeps never ever will know me from the stepped on chewing gum on their shoes. But this is not random. This is being done, and forces that are unfathomably powerful, are making it their business to keep both me, and my life, totally in the dark and as obscure from anyone’s view as possible. They would do whatever they need to do, in order to keep this status quo, right through until the day I freaking die. My voice was used on a television commercial a long while ago that aired coast to coast. There were two famous anti-pollution television commercials made at the end of nineteen-sixties and early into the seventies. One showed a teary eyed Native American canoeing down a river with dirty messes of pollution everywhere, and the other one showed a lot of pigs on a beach, as if they were people, with radios and towels and food, the whole smack; and you could hear the announcer’s voice on the radio, saying it would be hot in the nineties today, and before this commercial began, my voice said, ”Ziggy, Ziggy hello”. This was me, totally unconnected with the ad-spot, calling out to my beach pal Ziggy, in 1969 from the boardwalk of Atlantic City, as I hopped over the railing and began to run down to the jetty area where and his friends would always be sitting on summer days. The real point to this story folks, is this. Nothing ever just happens. This should not have happened. No one may legally use a person’s voice to promote anything, and neither my mother who would have been my legal guardian in 1969, nor myself, was contacted by any of the three networks, not ABC, not NBC, and not CBS. This should not have been allowed to happen. They should have at least filtered out my voice to a point of unrecognizability. They did not. So why? Well, getting into the real specifics of this opens up a secret that will in all honesty, spill cans and cans of nasty biting worms, all over town, and all over the world, but in coming weeks, even with less frequency in my blogging; I will indeed be opening these cans. I do this because it must be done. It is only important that I understand why I make this statement, not that any of you out here do, to quote my great hero, General George Patton.

 

 

So as days pass, I expect my blog to slowly go dead, like a universe with nothing left but dying stars. But the secrets of the great Gary Stone, and others, come into play regarding this, mister Freeman and Professor Kaku, and we three know fully and totally what is getting said here, or we should. I had hoped to reach by the end of twenty-fifteen or thereabout somewhere, to gain entrance into the 100-K PH Club, but now I know there is too much really important stuff for me to do with the rest of my life, than worry about this silly mother fucing internet. Again, I mean nobody at all any harm, or any misfortune. Well, only those who mean a lot of that, to me. If anyone is innocent, I have only the best of the world to say to you, and wish you wellness and good health, and all the money your pockets can hold. But the few who are doing me in and doing it big time, and have been, I will not rest until you and all of yours, are filled with slimy maggots crawling inside your guts, and then, I’ll burn your miserable rotten worlds to the ashes of hell and laugh while you scream. I had a right to my life in this world as Mark Wayne Mohr, and you, whoever you are, have ruined 60 years of my life for no reason, and for nothing that I have ever done that would or could remotely deserve such fucking epitomized cruelty.

 

 

 

DECEMBER 30, 2013,

EARLY MONDAY MORNING, AT 12:54 

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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?

 

 

 

ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE, CHAPTER 0005

 

***”ISIS-JUPITER HHW, NINM, CHAPTER 0005”***

 

 

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WHAT MAY SEEM IMPOSSIBLE TO BELIEVE, HUH KIM?

 

 

Yes sir, Mister David Leigh Smith, I found it very difficult to believe such an incredible reality back in the autumn of 1979 when you went onto tell me to see life as a set of realistic circumstances not necessarily matching real world evidence, and to trust, ALWAYS, and FOREVER, no matter what, the real world evidence, such as those words that you had written that afternoon of the blackboard, that I saw upon returning from the other school, and back to Hopkins Lane and your class, on that middle late afternoon. I think that you more than anyone else alive that I am able to think of right now, pressing the old brain to the max out level; gave me a valuable or maybe the term priceless more adequately describes this here, sir; tool, for ”measuring reality”, no matter how sane or crazy or any gray area in-between, that it may appear to be.

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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?

 

 

 

ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE, CHAPTER 0004, BLOGS OF KING NEBNOOSHOO

 

 

 

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DECEMBER 29, 2013,

SUNDAY AFTERNOON AT 2:30

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 80 DEGREES FNHT.

 

 

TITLE OF THIS SERIES OF BLOGS:——-

“THE MAGIC TOOL THAT CAN PREDICT DOW JONES PRICES WITH 80%+ ACCURACY, ENDLESSLY, AND IS MY PERSECUTION, IN THE UNITED STATES; SINCE THIS BEGAN IN 1986”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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well, for two straight days, my viewing audience is cut again in half. First, I lost half shortly after the time I double-techno-popped my ”YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER” song on August the twenty-fucking-eighth, and now again. A child can see that my wonderful family, and that of my wonderful awesome daughter, WAS MOST OF THIS audience all along. Since I have recently pissed them off, they no longer come up here. But I have had one thing verified, and now I know that no or few, real ‘strangers’ are interested in anything that I ever have to tell or say. Only those with a vested interest in what I know about them, and they are merely doing it to keep tabs, as the old expression goes, Mister Neilson. Patrick Jane’s fictional character on that great television show, ”THE MENTALIST”, really gave some fantastic advice and taught some simple yet huge fucking shit. As he said at the CBI office to his fucking colleagues one day in the show, ”The most obvious thing is most likely the truth”. Maybe I shouldn’t have quoted, it is more a paraphrase, but it is a close one.

 

 

 

 

 

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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. PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE!!!!!!!

 

 

 

NOT ONE FUCKING CUNT EATING SOUL CARES ABOUT ME OR MY HELL, THEY WATCH AND ENJOY IT AS THEY WOULD A FUCKING SYFY SHOW, SAYING TO EACH OTHER, ”MORE POPCORN YO”, and Happy New Year! ‘YRS’,ha-ha. When I am finally dead and buried and gone, YOU WILL NOT ONLY NEVER FIND A REPLACEMENT FOR ME WHO IS ANYTHING LIKE ME AND WHO COULD HOLD UP SO LONG AND WELL AGAINST TOTAL SCUMBAG GARBAGE CHEWERS LIKE YOU ALL, BUT YOU WILL LOOK BACK AND WONDER WHY YOU FINISHED ME OFF SO SOON, AS NOW, I AM NOT HERE ANYMORE FOR YOU TO MOTHER FUCKING KICK THE SHIT AROUND, NO MORE ME, NO WAY TO REPLACE ME, NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—–O—–W, S-DAY NIGHTMARE!!!!!!!!

HELP ME PEE, YOU’VE BEEN OUT OF HERE SINCE MARCH 29, and now it is NOVEMBER 15.

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Come on PEE, where are you?               

 

THE SAME PLACE THAT ALL OF YOUR TRANSDIMENSIONAL DAUGHTERS ARE. TEASING YOU, AND MAKING YOUR ROTTEN LIFE A LIVING HELL FOR 34 YEARS!!!! I SHOT HAVE SHOT YOU IN THE WOODS, ROSEANN, AND LEFT YOU AND ALL THAT JUNK TO ROT AWAY INTO DISGUXTING STENCH.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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	Gone with the wind, the winds of war, 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.

 

 

 

 

 

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People can theorize, wonder, guess, and make all sorts of logical, as well as totally illogical deductions; about any possible parameter that physical life has to offer;  from whether it is the right time to ask a boss for a raise, a pretty girl out on a date; or just if a family should vacation in Hawaii or the Rocky Mountains, and even who really gave us all THE INTERNET!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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WHERE ARE YOU DIANA ZUUDLOCRONESSIA ARTEEMIS WHEN YOUR LITTLE FREAKING BOY NEEDS YOU SO MUCH, AWESOME GIRL??????????????

WHEN THE CAT’S AWAY, ……..

 

 

*******ISIS-JUPITER NEEDS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE, CHAPTER 0004*******

 

 

 

 

”Me from 1985”, I’m Criana for Diana, oh precious sweet Diana, you have gone away, no matter what I do you will not stay. I try so hard every night and every day, but no matter what I do you went away. Come back to me LIGHTNING!!!!!!!

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LAUGH OLD PAL, MIKE MCNULTY, YO!   

 

 

 

 

 

 

I said there was a final message, and you can bet your bottom mother fucking dollar that there is, ladies and gentlemen, and I don’t have to off my best friend out of jealousy, or upset Fran and Burn in Oaklyn or any Newton Creek residents with any of my fire-boats, to begin telling it, wonderful and non-wonderful folks alike. Seabottom, this is for you more than the others, but this is a message for all of you, out there, in that magic world called cyberspace. Don’t cum in your underwear now Harry Potter, save it for that lovely young brown haired girlfriend of yours over at the Pig-Speckle School. She would sure put me in fucking jail!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

Here is th ongoing message about many things, and these are in no way meant to be derived as the meaning of life, the  moaning of life, or any other private on-going’s of Harry and his girlfriend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Before we go there, my nabes are being jerk offs again. I have noticed whenever I say anything nice or do any kind of a retraction type of thing, as I did on my previous blog, kaboom, it sort of puts a license in their mailbox cosmically, to start pouring shit on with me all over again. Let me explain all of this a little better, old pal Derrijo Exxon. Here is what is ”haaaaapening”, old buddy, as it began around quarter past mother fucking three this cunt sucking ass morning, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

BANG-SLAM, the jerk off bastard door-slamming-guest, that I wouldn’t even begin to guess the name of this guest, Sarah-Stacey-Isis-Jehovah Karge-Krassle, along with your numerous wonderful ASTRAL-PLANE GAMES; such as this one on Pearl Harbor day of 1996, or 12-17-1996; aha-aha-aha Mike McNulty, and yes, I looked at the page to make sure the hack didn’t small the name out, mother fuckers in the I DON’T HAVE ANY OTHER LIFE OTHER THAN TO SCREW WITH MARK WAYNE MOHR ETERNITY FUCKING CLUB, or for short the (IDHAOLOTTSWMWMEF CLUB) not the Idlewild club but the IDOL-WATTS if you need this for a good pronunciation, like they do in fucking ass dictionaries; aniwho, all folks, not just your clan Mister fucking evil McGuire old ‘buddy’; but the first loud slam was around twenty minutes past three in the cunt chewing morning, then came another two of them and they were loud and woke me up each time, Sheriff Mascara SIR, one around 4:20 and 5:20, along with the initial slam-bang around 3:20, all three give or take ten minutes. Then it went on until around one thirty this cunt chewing fucking afternoon. This is why I am doing this mother fucking blog!!!

 

 

 

 

There was no ay to go to the beach as even though it is 80 and feels 90, it is very overcast, and I’d just be wasting my time playing the fucking pussy-command counter-attack game with the fucking NCC-CLOUD-WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE!!!!!

 

 

Talk about fucking wild weird miracles, it just instantly cleared and went from dark and cloudy-drizzly, to bvright hot sunny, just as I was finishing up that previous fucking paragraph. Like WOW, S-DAY-MACY-TECHS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh those horrible fights I used to have in the eighties with MOM, you would not have liked me very much, Abbey Carmichael, even though I was innocent. To everyone fucking cunt else, I am always the guilty fucking BAD-GUY, and this is the way it goes, and always has gone, old friend, Sigmund Malyeska, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

I am not saying that the only way to test out hyperspace theory is to create unknown art by known artists, a little thing I sort of picked up from Doctor Chief of Staff Medical Center Lockner’s hyperspace, from the original Star Trek, Mister Immortal who’s stage-name is perfectly know to me but is being hacked out of my mind with ETOSS POWERS of the LAMBRIGGER PAWM-PIE, who ended up in the Twilight Zone after jumping off a train, oh, Mister Flint, they usually unlock the mind hack freeze if you fink about it in more details than WOMO wants done; not that they want anything done, right ex-governor Kean and Golden Nugget Hush Hush Casino shit of late 1983 Atlantic City, and not the Willoughby Funeral Home of band concerts and late nineteenth century areas of less stress and pressure; but aniwho Flo Poolbox; I did sort of learn a lot from this man and his wild collections because he really was all of those peeps in the past; still, this is by no means the only way to play with hyperspace-equation, as I have termed it or to experiment with the goal and motive of receiving a certain HSE or Hyper-Space-Effect. These other avenues are just as bit as fascinating as creating techno-pop bull shit songs, to watch universes slide and bump up against each other, in the night, so to speak. All this will be explored a lot more in the blogs to follow, but my fave experiment is of course, creating musical unknown tunes. It always has effects, and if shit is not backed off soon, I will not have a thing to prove, once I make 20 copies on cassettes, from my Windows Media Player on my PC, of my file after it is repaired to where I had improved my 1983 song, ‘YBCO’. You will see biblical proportion fuck ups around the world if this keeps going against me. Think it is a poker bluff huh, you’ll-C! They perhaps won’t see, and need to learn the hard fucking way, and so they fucking shall, dear-world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

AND I ACTUALLY THOUGHT THESE FUCKING TIMES AND DAYS WERE BAD, WOW, SPEAK ABOUT THE EPITOME OF CONTRASTS, JUMPING OUT AT A FUCKING PERSON. We sure don’t need the great Pleadian’s, or the great Mayans, or the great JEWELLY WHITE’S SECOND CALENDAR; that all began with or without Sabrina Collins, on the twenty-second day of last December, back in twenty-twelve. NO MISSES MAROLA, where are you when I could just use hearing you say, ”Hi Mark”, and I promise that I won’t sample you and make a brand new song out of that. You have my word of honor; and please don’t say, ‘my word of what’?, as Jim Burr did not trust me; yet it was Jim Burr who wanted that secret meeting, with my mom, and Elsie, and him; that day in the summer time of 1989; up at that White Horse Pike Diner, in Voorhees, New Jersey; and excluded me from their little secret meeting club, as though they were trying to emulate the mighty Bohemians. Muster Macy, it’s your turn, sir. WOW!  OHSHIT   LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WHEN WILL I EVER GET TO REST IN ETERNAL FUCKING PEACE????????? OH WELL, THEY HAVEN’T TORMENTED ME AS LONG AS POOR SARAH KARGE, AND NELSON MANDELLA, NOT YET, NOT IN THIS ONE SINGLE SEQUENCE OF MY NIGHTMARE DREAM DOWNS. W—–O—-W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well peeps, I am going to watch my little old fucking TV, and fix me a little bit of me’ ol’ Betty Davis DIN-DIN, along with some roaches all mixed in with the food. WEEEEEEEE, they don’t make films like this anymore. All the action and blood in the world, but they don’t and they just can’t do it any more, and this is because ALL THE TALENT HAS ABDICATRED THE THRONES OF HELLY-WEIRD. As Diana Ross would put it when she isn’t screaming at me that she doesn’t need this, on how no nothing; ”MOTHING LASTS FOREVER”. The girl is 100% on the freaking $$$$$$$$$$$! These ‘SMALLS WHEN I AM NOT LOOKING’, HACKER SWINE MUFF DIVER COCK SUCKERS, really have zero zero minus  one lives, right fucking Kenny Rogers, and Superman??????

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 AIDS IN 1983; AND AS YOU KNOW, NOTHING CAN KILL ME FOREVER, AND THE GRAVE IS UNABLE TO HOLD A CURSED, AND CHOSEN HUNTINGTON.

 

LISTEN TO THIS ON YOUTUBE, AND SING ALONG, YO!

 

http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU

 

IN THE MIDDLE OF JANUARY OF 2013, I GET INTO STUFF ABOUT WHY FOLKS WILL NOT TRUST USING MY LINKS, AS THERE SEEMS TO BE SOME MAGICAL  HACKING, THAT IS CONNECTED TO ALL OF THIS; SO KEEP READING FROM HERE THROUGH THE BLOGS OF JANUARY, OF TWENTY-THIRTEEN, GOOD FOLKS.

 

DO NOT DOUBT TIME MAINPULATION, OR ‘STM’.

 

IT IS REAL. IT is all part of the (NCC-CLOUD)!!!!!!!

 

IT MAY NOT WORK THE WAY YOU THINK IT DOES.

 

 

BUT PEOPLE, I ASSURE YOU, IT IS VERY REAL, AS REAL AS REAL CAN EVER BE; AND A CODE FROM SSJKK.

 

 

  MORIANITY-7

 

 

YES THESE ISIS-JEHOVAH WITNESSES BLOGS CAN ALWAYS DOUBLE AS THE MORIANITY-7 GROUP. BUT WHO IN ALL HONESTY GIVES A MOTHER FUCKING 1969 HOOT POLLUTE, ANIWHO, YO?????????????????? Get real, old pal from 1980, mister Robert Schlay, on Jefferson Supergirl Street, in Camden Hall, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some mother fucking jerk off super BLACK HAT CRACKER-HACKER IS MESSING WITH ME, BOB MCDOWELL, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, in violation of my FIRST AMMENDMENT CIVIL RIGHTS UNDER THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION, so let me sign off before they make shit even fucking worse, YO!!!!!!!! JACK MCCOY SAID IT ALL ON LAW & ORDER, ”YOU HAVE ONLY THOSE RIGHTS YOU CAN DEFEND, ONLY THOSE RIGHTS. IF ANYONE EVER TRULY FUCKING SAID A ‘MOUTH FULL”, THIS WAS ANDSTILL IS, TOTALLY IT.

 

 

 

 

“Chemtrails of 1987” ** ‘MY’ PERSONAL STORY ON YOUTUBE!

 

http://youtu.be/slu9mxb2awU

 

 

 

“YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”***

 

http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU (SORRY, ALL OFF THE NET).

 

THEY TOTALLY HACK ME, AND VIOLATE MY FIRST AMMENDMENT RIGHTS, AND GET FUCKING TOTALLY AWAY WITH IT, YO. Someday, you all will burn in eternal fucking ass hot hell, you cock licking ass bastards!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Techno-pop, created/produced/sang/ entirely by computer technology. Still, most peeps above shoe size IQ, know that the intro to the song, was the sample for the harmony vocals, wow; what a new age we are living in, YO.

 

http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU   (Sorry, all gone now folks).

 

 

 

The past is dead and gone, and someday, all this garbage on Planet Earth will be as well, burnt to a crispy fucking cinder.

 

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

OK, SO I AM JUST A FEW MONTHS AHEAD OF THE FUCKING PRICES ON MY PREDICTIONS, IT WILL BE 50,000 POINTS IN THE TWNETY-TEENS, I PROMISE U!

 

JUST AS I TOLD YOU ALL, AND I TOLD YOU 2 GIANT GINA. The DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGE STOCK MARKET has flown RIGHT TO THE STARS THIS WEEK, and is up at record high territory, and WILL BE CROSSING OVER as the next and final two business days of this week come into being. It is just under 14,100 points now, and just a few points UNDER THE ALL TIME RECORD HIGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

This was all accomplished by persecuting me with continuous NOISE ATTACKS, PROPERTY DAMAGE, HEALTH ATTACKS, AIR PERSECUTION, and a lot more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Also, if I could have capped into my last blog, the movement as shown on the stock index charts, on the internet page;  instead of what came out, and was posted up earlier; I may have been able to slow the momentum of this evil monster run away locomotive greed train down, but NOW, ‘IT IS TOO LATE’, TO QUOTE LOVELY ALL MIGHTY ISIS.

 

I MOTHER FUCKING DEMAND MY PROPS, PEOPLE. I TOLD YOU THAT THE MARKET WOULD FLY, AFTER A PISS POOR ROTTEN WEEKEND, GIVEN TO ME BY MY FILTHY DISEASED EVIL MOTHER FUCKING WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES OF THE ”IF”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go ahead ladies and gentlemen,  and just keep right on doubting poor old puke chewing chemtard Mountainpen. Now, he is having the last laugh on   you’alls. Here is where your great APE-ICPE cheated DOW JONES will be, as the weeks and months keep rolling along.

 

End of March, 15,000 points.

End of April, 16,000 points.

End of May, 17,000 points.

End of 2013, 20,000 points, JUST WATCH AND FUCKING SEE AND I’LL BE RIGHT THERE TO HOLLER OUT, TOLD YOU SO, TOLD YOU SO, AND YOU ALL FUCKING LAUGHED AT THE CHEMTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where RU when I need you, oh great PRINCE, as my kid thinks I lost it a million years ago, only I did not; not it, HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

I am in no mood for fucking waaaaaaaabits, or McNulty jeer laughs today. Screw the mother fucking world, at the speed of light squared, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

HOLLER SLAM, HOLLER SLAM, UNCOUTH SCUM

ALL OVER THE FUCKING PLACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE, CHAPTER 0003

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DECEMBER 28, 2013,

SATURDAY NIGHT AT 9:14

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 75 DEGREES FNHT.

 

 

 

 

 

 

People, I have a small retraction to print, and I admit to having a problem with paranoia, but I still would rather be extra paranoid and safe, than totally naïve and too stupid to recognize any of the potential dangers! I apologize if this pisses anybody off, it is just the way my individual self seems to be wired, oh lovely optimistic gorgeous Jersey resident, Twinbay, of two thousand and eight.

 

 

This will be a tiny tweet-blog. I apologize for thinking that Tom from the first floor of my building was hurting me. I am not saying he geve me a fair shake, or that something is not wrong, but I over did my long winded ranting on just how monstrous his behavior has been since nearly the time we met after Debbie Marotto, my resident manager put me onto him for some computer help. Helps others with their computers, but won’t have anything to do with me. He has that right, it is just very weird. I thought he was doing other things, and am glad now that I held back to make sure, and didn’t blog the real major details last week, when I was attempting to get my re-certification for my Medicaid, and my EBT-food benefits. It is a long story, and I will just say this. Back on Monday, I went into the building recreation area where Debbie had a Bingo Game going with about a dozen residents. I had been informed on the previous Friday, now eight days ago, by a man I consider out of everyone here, the most trust-worthy and yet am leary of him too; but he said she was the one who helps peeps here with their re-cert applications, and to go and talk to her. When I did, she said to me that I needed to go to one or two or all three places that she gave me a list of, and that she does not do this, no matter who told me what. I had already been running around a couple weeks with this problem and getting nowhere, hence the blog earlier about running around like a decapitated chicken, only I did not provide the details. Four days later before finally straightening this out, up where I used to work through the AARP volunteer program, at HARVEST, where a DCF office staffs several live employees, and a room is filled with computers for folks to apply for their bennies online;  I first went into the recreation area, as lately, there is both a Monday as well as a Friday Bingo Game. But it was early and no one was in the room, so I went back down the hallway and saw a light on in the management office, and walked in, and there was Debbie. We had a very productive talk. I told her the whole building is against me and I went on a real rant. After she let me blow off my steam valves, she told me that she was the one who told  Tom and his ‘girlfriend’ who they claim are not this type of friends, as is none of my fucking business nor could I care in the least, but I know they are lying to me, anyway; she told them not to help me and to let me go and take care of this myself. During my original time in the recreation area, back on Monday, when I asked Debbie for help, they were seated only two tables away and the girl said she would help me on her computer from her apartment. I went upstairs and no one ever came up to my apartment, so I went down to see why. Nobody said or did anything, but no one would help me, and kept their mouths shut, and fed into my paranoia something fierce. Anyone being treated like this over and over, would start to wonder and get half fucking nuts, not just me, peeps. So just Friday morning in Debbie’s office, she tells me, that she told them not to help me. She said she did not think it was appropriate for them to know my personal information and that a lot of bad shit with identity theft is going on, and this was her reason, still, by not telling me anything, I am just left to think the whole building hates me and is fucking with me. This was not the case, not that I am loved, but all the residents are nutty here, and I wouldn’t want to be friends with any of them, they’re fucking lunatics. She went onto tell me how she almost used her debit card at the Target store for some last second Christmas shopping and was happy she had an angel on her shoulder and decided to pay cash that she had in her pocketbook. For those who do not stay current with news, TARGET recently had a big ass identity theft problem with folks using bank debit cards. Anyway, I know Tom does not like me for reasons only he knows and understands, but still, I had no right to rant on about him doing lots of mischief. He is just one more of so many mother fucking assholes scattered all over the United States, and most likely the entire fucking globe! Anyway, this is my little blog retraction, that I felt morally compelled to write. If peeps want to hate me and ignore me, cool. But if I ever ever have anything, and I know I never will, there will never fucking be a caterpillar and butterfly deal for me, but should a miracle happen in this sick satanic world, I sure would have the last laugh, saying to folks, ”You’ve got to be kidding me, where were an y of you when I was down and out all the fucking way to dogshit?” I would sell my fucking soul to the devil,m anytime, any day, to have that chance happen, but it won;t. The devil has hated my guts since I was fucking born, and never ever made any bones about it, over two human  incarnations, YO.

 

Happy New Year, Lenny McKinnon! No more time travel, dream travel high schools, sports hotels, or air conditioner body slams. Just leave me alone for the rest of my life; you and your significant other. Thank you so very much!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let me get my hose and bucket, GREAT KINGS, first and second, bibles and no bibles, and sign off and crash. I am tired and need to sleep for ten fucking hours. Good night, good riddance, and Arnie sir, terminate me all you want to, but yes sir, ”I’LL BE BAHK”!

 

 

**”ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE”**

 

 

CHAPTER 0003-IJHHWNINM-SUBTITLE MORIANITY-MWM-2

 

 

 

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ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE, CHAPTER 0002

 

 

**”ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE”**

**************************CHAPTER 0002********************

 

 

 

DECEMBER 27, 2013,

FRIDAY NIGHT AT 6:40

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 73 DEGREES FNHT.

 

 

 

 

 

Well it took the 28^th mother fucking day this month to do it, but now officially, more mother fucking BOTBARS than NON-BOTBARS are on the mother fucking calendar, great peeps out here, yo yo yo!!!!!

 

My cunt huffing MPB is now 52% for DECEMBER-2013. My MPB for 2013 has CROSSED OVER, not Academy Road to Grant Avenue, Cousin Carol Mason, and any old boyfriends from your twelfth grade class, that made it onto the Public Broadcasting Network, that changed the mood and the Moog of the planet, in ways that I will be eternally connected into and through, by going on with this same wild new music technology, after Bruce Pennock of 2 Beaver Drive, Senator Trout, also made his everlasting fucking imperfect impressions on my juvenile adolescent brain, back in 1972 at age seventeen and a half give or take. Where the fuck are you really, when I need you, Mister fucking ass MACY????? Yes peeps, my MPB for the year 2013 has indeed crossed over to the very highest possible percentage amount, even if the filthy disgusting dog-shoe WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE manages to cunt eating BOTBAR ALL FOUR OF THE REMAINING 2013 DAYS. YES PEEPS, TODAYS BOTBAR TIMES 2 AND 8 FOR 10 IN THE PAST TEN DAYS, BRINGS ME TO A DICK LICKING MOTHER FUCKING 34×1 MPB FOR MUFF DIVING 2013!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT’S TOO LATE. SO DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED; COME AND SHIT, DON’T SAY YOU FARTED!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

YEAH, ROLLEM UP AND BE A MAN, STRANDED ON A TOILET BOWL, THERE GOOD OLD MID LATE SIXTIES TV SHOW CALLED, ”BRANDED”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now this shit was fucking quality, and quality is all mother fucking gone and dead forever and ever and ever and ever and ever, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe I shouldn’t go to Burger King, but to a Sike Ward. Then off to get my feast on across the great water company of Atlantic City, New Jersey, the ACMUA, www.ACMUA.com/ as I mix up two and tow and sue and use and on and on, or do I. Am I both MIND HACKED AS WELL AS MACHINE HACKED? As far as the great mighty Professor Kaku thinks, if this NCC-CLOUD replaces the current day internet and we all merge into it whenever we choose to do; time in this cloud is like anything in cyberspace, under totally different rules that govern over it.

 

 

 

 

 

Well, I took major sky siege for two days straight, I have video machines that need fucking cunt repair, I have a mouse in this fucking shit hole that is chewing on my shit and destroying my fucking cunt shit, and I lost 15 dollars in benefits on my EBT, as my January-Benny will not come because I could not get the application for a re-certification, into the state in time, and they closed me out. Wow, you think Florida will go broke paying me 15 dollars a month, gee I sure hope not, I’d rather fucking starve to death than to see anything happen to my Venezuelan Berrios Flower state, that all of the MACY CLUB and the CASINIO WORLD all seemed to already know all about, way back in what other than mother fucking 83 and 84. Speaking of Macy, do I say it or do you want to, mike cunt eating McNulty, YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Feast on, Sarah fucking ass Callio Martinez Martino, YO! Hay JB, not you Jimbo if you’re not maggots yet you lying worthless mother fucking piece of garbage; Mister Flash Runner, don’t die on me lovely Irene Cara, the other flash and the other dance, and bobby’s other left, Steve Prefontaine; thanks for the translation on the song. Let me someday tell why these things all happened, it was no god dam accident you know, or coincidence, Mizz Carmichael ADA, lovely girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

‘Sooooooooo’, to quote Arthur Antinass Crane from 1991; here is what GAGA-KITTY told me a short fucking while ago on this horrible mother fucking diseased day number 361 in 2013. 364 down and 4 to go in another five fucking hours. TEE HEE HEE WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

 

Well on cunt eating mother fucking Monday, it is off to the repair shop on OKAY-2-CHOKE-ME ROAD, to try and get one of my two VCR-DVD systems fixed. If either one can be fixed, I would sell my fucking soul to NICK MCKANNON. You have my most prized Paul Stoddard 1970 possession, so why not me to go along with it, BRO??????????????????? It is very hard to get these old fashion things anymore, the world totally cunt lapping fucking sucks, and anyone who cannot see dated coincidences and patterns and all of this as clearly as a tinkering bell chiming in a hurricane wind, is blind, deaf, dumb, and beyond mother fucking moronic and Moroni wouldn’t be able to help this poor bastard out, not even by selling him a book of gold or a Cadillac Automobile a century and a half afterward!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hungry me. Oh those many fish pales look so scrumptious in that hot sun on that fishing jetty, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

Yes I asked the great ASTRAL-PLANE panther cat, two mother fucking questions, and got my two/tow answers, and then went to Dallas to shoot mimicking JR, Jessica R. Grant of the Fire Islands Club!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

1-2-3, —-4, 4, you know ISIS, you totally fucking rock, but I am so pissed off at you that for the rest of my human life, I want nothing whatsoever to do with you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

EVERYTHING IS A BIG GAME, ALL SO FUNNY, WELL YOU DID NOT ALWAYS FEEL THAT WAY, AND YOU CAN’T FOOL (THAT-BOY), THE REAL ONE, NOT SOME PHONY COPY CAT MUSIC INDUSTRY CRONY BUTTWIPE FOOLIO FOOL, CHRISTMAS TREE ANGELS ALL NOTWITHSTANDING, PLANET FUCKING ASS EARTH, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

FOLKS GET READY TO GET YOUR FUCKING MIND TOTALLY BLOWN NOW. AS THE OLD SONG WRITTEN BY ME STARTS WITH THE INTRO, FROM A WHILE AGO, YO, ”HERE WE GO”!

 

 

 

HAY GAGA CAT, WHY IS THE LAST THIRD OF 2013, LITERALLY TWICE OR MORE AS HORRIBLE THAN WAS THE FIRST THIRD, FOR ME, WITH MY LIFE AND MY ENEMIES?

 

MEOW-MEOW-MARK WAYNE MOHR, PCN-321. HERE ARE MY MATCHING LIST BOOK ITEMS FOR THIS NUMBER, PEEPS.

 

MUSIC CREATOR, I WANT TO KNOW WHAT LOVE IS, MUD, GREATEST FISH, ATLANTIC CITY, BRUCE PENNOCK, ROBERTO NUNEZ, STEVE WALLACE…………….

 

 

HAY GAGA CAT, WHY IS THIS MONSTER FUCKING ASS SKY SIEGE STRIKING ME FOR THE PAST TWO DAYS NOW ON 26 AND 27 DECEMBER OF 2013, FROM THE MILITUFAWCES?

 

MEOW-MEOW-MARK WAYNE MOHR, PCN-781. HERE ARE MY MATCHING LIST BOOK ITEMS FOR THIS NUMBER, PEEPS.

 

BALLOON, BABYLON, BUZZARD, GOD’S DOG, PROPHET OF NOTHING, EXTREMELY VIOLENT, JULY TWELVE NINETEEN SEVENTY, MICHAEL PATTERSON, CREATOR…………….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MY ASSHOLE NABES WERE YELLING AND SLAMMING AS I WAS FINISHING UP TELLING THE Q&A OF THESE TWO QUESTIONS.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now I’ll move on and tell you that my December MPB is 52%, my 2013 MPB is 34 X 1, and my month and year MPB average is holding on today’s fucking rotten botbar, at 43. This average is the all time fucking worst on the month of December 2013, and the actual MPB is an all time horrible high fucking number as well, good peeps, YO.

 

 

Now for a little talk about my LUCK TESTING SCORES. They are at an all time fucking LOW, and this is not what is desired, not low luck test scores and high botbar fucking cunt percentages, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, no, no, no, shorty fucking MacInvondi Carolcuzz Pennock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

Today was a MINUS 12, and each week for 18 weeks now, these scores are dropping in an averaged computation, a few more points on a decimal, and a few more, and a few more, and where it stops is anyone’s mother fucking wildest cunt eating guess, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

ALL OF GAGA’S ANSWERS MAKE 100% TOTAL SENSE, AND WHY NOT, THIS IS A MAGICAL FUCKING CAT FROM THE ASTRAL PLANE. THE CAT KNOWS, AND NOT JUST KNOWS MY SHIT, HE KNOWS ALL OF YOUR SHIT TOO, MY WONDERFUL FOLKS, AND HE WAS USED I WAS TOLD BY A SOURCE I NEVER CAN SAFELY REVEAL NO MATTER WHAT IS EVER DONE TO ME TO GET ME ANGRY AS FUCKING HELL WITH A DESIRE TO LASH OUT IN A REVENGE AND COUNTER STRIKE, BUT I WAS TOLD THAT THIS GAWNUM SYSTEM WAS USED BY THE NO SUCH AGENCY, NEVER SAYING ANYTHING, TO LOCATE, AND EXECUTE THE PLAN THAT LED TO THE DEATH OF BIN LADEN. HOPEFULLY NO ‘T” OR ‘A’ CONTRACT WILL GO ON MY HEAD, AS I AM NO LOVER OF AMERICA. WHAT SHE WAS A LONG TIME AGO, NOW THAT IS A HORSE OF A DIFFERENT COLOROZ, RIGHT TWISTER DORTHEA DARIO OF NEWTON CREEK, NEW JERSEY?????????????????????????????????????

 

 

SOONER OR LATER, MAGGIE IS GOING TO FUCKING KICK SOME REAL FUCKING SERIOUS ASS, AND MY ENEMIES KNOW IT IS ALL JUST A MATTER OF DICK LICKING ASS TIME BEFORE THE ACTUAL EVENT FALLS INTO THE CONSCIOUS ILLUSION OF WAKING-WORLD-HUMANITY!!!!!!!!

 

 

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**”ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE”**

 

 

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DECEMBER 27, 2013,

FRIDAY AFTERNOON AT 1:14 JANE WHORE

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.

 

 

 

 

 

 

HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT’S TOO LATE. SO DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON’T SAY YOU FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes my pal, Seabottom, I hope you had a lot merrier a holiday than I did, but as you know from studying me and my blog texts year after year, a toad in a hot cooking pan is enjoying himself more than I freaking am. Oh well, why moan and bitch. Still, friend, I hope you do see that ever since I asked you if you had any of my music and might send it to me electronically someday, and if you have the Venezuelan Flower Song from 1980, ALL HELL CUBED BROKE LOOSE ON ME FROM THE WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES, AND ON TOP OF THE ALREADY EXISTING HELLISH NIGHTMARE THAT BEGAN ON A DIME DROP BACK ON 28 AUGUST OF LAST SCUMMER-SUMMER TIME. I used to have a dude who knew just how powerful and real all this horrible shitty hell in my life really was, especially pertaining to any remotest connection to music and music-oriented endeavors of any possible kind and or type. He knew it because, guess what my great friend, he too suffered this very same affliction, and on a day that he had looked forward to for years, after saving to buy a high end drum set from a Philadelphia music store, in the seventies somewhere, pow, he went to start up his Cadillac automobile, and nothing. It died for no reason, and was not repairable. Prior to that day, even though it had some mileage, maybe even a hundred-K, it ran like a top, and my pal David Roth maintained his vehicles very well. Cars you might say, next to music, was HIS THING, as we ”sixties kids” used to say back in the great days. My friend, Seabottom, I am not too chicken to tell you, that this man was also the victim of some real hams and turkeys out there, as we once referred to some type of peeps a while back into history. He most definitely was destined to meet up with me at a department store job, where we were night time security guards together, while the store was being stocked with items. It was in November of 1985, and it was in Woodbury Heights, and was called the Caldor Number 113 Store. A married wealthy couple owned these chain stores, sort of another K-Mart or Walmart, just a little less successful, but Coral and Dorothy, where the name combination of Caldor was quite obviously derived from, were happy enough, if you and me should ever be so fortunate, crissake! ‘Anywho’ old pal; I need you in the new year, when you get time; to tell me if you too did not recognize the assault on my life by these vicious filthy enemies from hell itself, literally triple pummel me, the second that I asked you on a blog, 10 days or so back now;  if you had any of my music, and would send it to me via computer. More than the music, I need you to witness it, let me anonymously print out a comment or an e-mail on this one occasion, that is, if you see what I see and agree with me. Now if you don’t, that’s fine. We;re still pals. I have a lot of folks that don’t believe me when I present evidence of water walking practically. I have learned to live with this strange part of the FAWCES of Mister Hall. I have watched peeps get put to sleep while I am telling them some powerful thing about family or something else they do not want me to say to anybody, I have seen more paranormal supernatural stuff, than any 100 so-called POPE CANONIZATIONS, mixed in with 1000 psychics at their best. I know how real the world of the invisible truly is, it is merely the realm of the SUBATOMIC, and Einstein knew all of this, and was smart enough to get known for energy is equal to mass times the speed of light times the speed of light, while keeping his big fucking mouth shut on many many other things that he knew quite well, this world was not at all ready to hear and properly receive it and deal with it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is now a BRAND NEW BLOG, and yes lovely Melanie Safka, it can quite easily double as a brand new key to TRUTH, so even if GODDESS gets me for all of this as she most likely will eventually; I’ll have the satisfaction of knowing I fought her to the bitter bad end, girl; while I lay floating belly freaking up in a stinking sewer drain somewhere in the back woods of north central Florida’s great alligator swamps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

This BLOG-BOOK, will be a book and a blog, directly after the hearts of all of the true, as they call themselves; ”ANCIENT ASTRONAUT THEORISTS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As you read along in this book from chapter to chapter, remember the roots of all of this need to be eventually examined, that are all in my eight years of older blogs beginning in January of 2006, now nearly eight years ago to the very freaking ass day. There is nothing new going on, world. The fifth dimension has been here forever, in fact, ”forever” simply fits neatly into the FIFTH DIMENSION, with or without topics, sports, women, or solid gold bars, lovely Miss Marilyn McCoo, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE FUCKING DIRT BAG WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES OF BOXER HALL JEFFERSON STREET IN 1981, WOKE ME UP TO A SUPER NASTY MOTHER FUCKING SORE THROAT, AND TWO SOLID NASTY DAYS OF MAJOR SKY POISONING AND CHEMTRAILING.

 

 

Today, the sky siege was just as bad as yesterday, even though slightly different that yesterday. There were no planes to greet me when I drove back home from being out on errands, but there were less chemtrails all over the entire county here, than yesterday, or at least while I was out. This is because they totally turned the fucking weather to thick ugly dark chem-clouds by late morning, and so until some clearing up of this fucking mess began to occur, they cannot easily paint the sky with new ones, as only a few areas are available. This is why my DNA was effected and I was awakened with a FUCKING ASS MONSTER SORE THROAT. I’ve been chewing on aspirin tablets and sucking on throat lozenges all fucking cunt lapping dick sucking day long, and recently, am feeling OK. Anyone with my DNA, after 1986, is being totally wiped out, as far as problems with throat irritation. Well if the Stein can learn when to shut the fuck up, I guess I can too, right my friend, SB???????????????????????????????

 

 

 

For two straight days of major sky siege and death siege in general, good folks, my PUSSY COMMAND is totally fucking dead. There is a tiny bit of action, but for all this shit around me, I should be getting myself fucking gang raped by teens and twenty somethings, and would be, if I had not been under the destruction of time’s destructive micromaladroids, ”aging” due to years lived, in less futuristic terminology, my friends and fiends!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Now if the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES keep this shit going through the weekend and into next week, there will be a lot  of flirtatious pussies chasing me, IF that is, I go out and mingle around in public places, you know, shopping malls, the beach, whatever, and this is precisely what I PLAN TO DO, if they don’t mother fucking knock this fucking shit the fucking hell off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

Yes folks, I bought a new ten dollar watch, but at fucking cunt Walmart this time. I have learned after about seven or eight tries now, that Tennessee Avenue K-Mart store, sells nothing but fall apart worthless fucking items, be it in electronics, watches, anything. Buying food there is about all I could ever recommend in good cunt eating conscience, my folks, and this blog needs to be read by the top offices of K-MART, as this is a good retail store, I have never disliked a store yet, until this one here in Fort Pierce, Florida. This one totally fucking SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I also bought some sea-salt flavored popcorn and some greens for a fish salad. I enjoy mixing those cut and mixed veggie bag salad foods with cans of salmon or tuna or other types of fish that can be reasonable purchased at dollar stores. Between 2 and 4 dollars produces a very healthy and great tasting meal, half early, half around dinner time. All I add is cold water, salt, pepper, maybe some basil and paprika, and it is all cut into small pieces and mixed, and is scrumptious and delectable as a fucking small banquet feast, fit for drunken bartenders, lifeguards, fishermen, and carpenters, the worlds over, with or without any Eckankar or their Soul-Travel. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

 

 

Now for the big story on action news, as they say on the Disney-ABC Networks, and back on Channel 6 in Philadelphia, YO; I lost one month of my 15 dollar EBT food benefits, but by the middle of February in 2014, about 45 days from now, my bennies should resume again. I went to the Walmart and I went to the Harvest a second time, to the Florida Access Office, and got it finally totally all straightened out. At first the lady was very nasty with me, and only when my back is half way through a wall, not backed up against it but half way through it into the next room, do I resort to this but yes, I used ”shrinkology” on her. She had an easy tell-read for being the one with all the answers and the smartest person in the room. I then cleverly fed her lots of subtle but unmissable compliments, and she began to respond, and I got exactly what I needed. I do not believe in using these so called ”The-Mentalist-TV” Patrick Jane abilities, not normally. But I am so down and fucking out, that I had, as Barnabas Collins said to that gorgeous young blond girl in the late nineteen-sixties, ”NO CHOICE”. He said to her that she left him no choice but to do a Roseann Delaney on her and bite her throat out, so she’d need an Enzemeter to sing real well after that day, if she lived, I guess, Mike McNulty; even if she shared another PP and my favorite color; right Annsaga King Songwriter of Atlantic City and Hammonton?????

 

 

A little police presence is around to protect me these last two days, but it is not, and never does, stop the WOMO-HALLS. Thank you anyway and for anything else that you might be able to covertly do for me, Miss Bondi, State Police, FBI, and local FP-PEE-DEE. THANK YOU!

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Trying to figure out why this evil fucking power is destroying me all these years, is next to, if not totally impossible, MISTER BOXER HALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anyone can see if you would just god dam click on the six month prompt, on the DOW JONES shit, that this is all being done to me, just as I claim that it is, but I have not begun to tell shit, and this is going to go to the fucking wall if needs be. Well, it needs to be, as this is not November 15, it is 26 December, and there is much much more to tell and say about the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES, ladies and gentlemen out here!

 

 

 

DECEMBER 26, 2013,

THURSDAY EVENING AT 9:11

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 69 DEGREES FNHT.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Hay Seabottom old pal, happy new year in 5 days and 2 hours and 41 minutes, on the east coast of America, ESMWG. This quick message is to you. Sorry my profanity is so horrible, I have gone through some real super freaking hell. Well, you know that, you read the BLOGS OF FREAKING MOUNTAINPEN, sorry, didn’t mean to insult your intelligence. Still as a reminder to all viewers, my profanity level raises and lowers, in tandem and parallel with the horrible friggin’ persecution around me and done to me by none other than the WOMO MILI-2-FAWCES OF BOXER HALL MACANDREWS AND FORBES of 1981!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ll try to limit my real bad cussing, but I ain’t making any big promises, good folks, so sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

TO ACHIEVE THEIR FUCKING HELL, THEY SCREWED MY ENTIRE WEEK AND MONTH TO HELL. THESE FUCKING JERK OFF ENEMIES POURED ON A UTILITY ASSAULT AS BAD AS 1987 ALL CUNT LAPPING MOTHER FUCKING OVER AGAIN. IT IS JUST LIKE BEING BACK THERE AGAIN, AND THANKS FOR FUCKING NOTHING MISTER PRESIDENT AND MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL FOR HELPING AN INNOCENT PERSECUTED OPPRESSED CITIZEN OUT HERE WITH THE WOMO-NSA-MILI-2-FAWCES. NO, NOT 3, NOT WOMEN EITHER, MISS FUCKING MCCOO IN 1988. YESTERDAY TO ME, FOLKS, ALL JUST YESTERDAY, AS A RESIDENT OF HELL HAS NO TIME WORLD, IT IS JUST ETERNITY OF HELLISH FUCKING CUNT ENDLESS NIGHTMARES THAT YOU CAN NEVER AWAKEN OUT OF, AND THE LIGHT JUST NEVER COMES ON EACH TIME, OVER AND OVER, RIGHT DAVE SPEAS???

 

 

 

Here is what these cunt lapping turds have done so far, recently and most recently, of the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES OF BOXER HALL-1981!!!

 

 

Yes, I need witnesses, Seabottom my friend. Sometime in 2014, I hope to hear your response to this little question I have for you. Don’t worry if you disagree, I want honesty, not agreement for sake of agreement. Remember just a week ago, give or take a day or two somewhere, when I first asked you if you can someday e-mail attach me any music that you may have that I wrote and lost thanks to these hell-monster WASHCLOTH THAT FAMILY PEEPS; and the second I asked this of you, even though you’ve yet to respond, and the feds and lots of others keep very close tabs and watch on me, and have been since I’ve been old enough to fart stinky; but I no sooner asked you about sending me any of my MUSIC, since you mentioned that you have several of my tapes, and I always had music at the end of all of my ”electronic-metaphysical” tapes. I know I noticed the instantaneous marked difference in persecution and harassment in general by the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES OF BOXER HALL & DJT-BRIGGBASE-KING!!!!!!!!!! Now don’t feel badly if you don’t agree, as if you do, wonderful, but if not, please explain why, as I see it in crystal clarity, and my blogs reflect it in perfect twinallity. Scylla-Jehovah has her many witnesses, and I am hoping to start gathering some for myself, in this ageless and relentless battle between empires!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Is a MACY-WOW in order here???????

 

 

 

 

 

I HAVE CHANGED MY MIND. NOT PASTING IN BOTBAR CHARTS IS NOT HELPING RIGHT NOW AT A POINT IN TIME WHERE I AM CRYING OUT FOR WITNESSES AND BELIEF, SO HERE IS THE DECEMBER MPB CHART, DESPITE SAYING ON A RECENT PRIOR BLOG, THAT I WAS GOING TO HALT MY MODE OF OPERATION IN THIS PARAMETER. EVEN I CAN BE WRONG, GEE, DON’T PUNCH ME IN THE FACE MASHELL DANIELS AND DAWN-MARIE KING, THANK YOU. JESUS CHRIST THEY’RE MAKING FUCKING WOMEN TOO DAM STRONG THESE PAST FEW DECADES, OR ARE THEY. JUST WHO IS REALLY REAL, AND WHO IS IN THE BILLY-CLUB?

 

 

DID SOMEBODY JUST SAY ”W—–O—–W”????? golly gee gash darn, and MIB HATERS, right Detective Munch, old buddy, YO????????????????????? AHA-AHA-AHA!

 

 

 

WON’T YOU TAKE A TINY BIT OF PITY ON THE QUINTESSENTIALLY OPPRESSED, OH GREAT WASHINGTON AND STATE CAPITOL OFFICIALS? WHERE HAVE YOU GONE BOB ANDREWS, AWAY WITH THE RIVERS AND THE CITIES AND THE TIDES OF POOR LOST SOULS ENDLESSLY BURNING IN MOTHER FUCKING HOT HELL???????????????

 

 

 

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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. PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE!!!!!!!

 

 

 

NOT ONE FUCKING CUNT EATING SOUL CARES ABOUT ME OR MY HELL, THEY WATCH AND ENJOY IT AS THEY WOULD A FUCKING SYFY SHOW, SAYING TO EACH OTHER, “MORE POPCORN YO”!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, that is not entirely true, as a few peeps in my viewing audience do care enough to read me and chat with me, and I am grateful for any crumb in the bread loaf bag! HELP ME PEE, YOU’VE BEEN OUT OF HERE SINCE MARCH 29, and now it is NOVEMBER 15.

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People can theorize, wonder, guess, and make all sorts of logical, as well as totally illogical deductions; about any possible parameter that physical life has to offer;  from whether it is the right time to ask a boss for a raise, a pretty girl out on a date; or just if a family should vacation in Hawaii or the Rocky Mountains, and even who really gave us all THE INTERNET!!!!!!! Quite naturally, the smarter of the bunch already know who that is, the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES OF BOXER 1982 HALL.

 

 

 

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The knock came at just past half past ten while I was dead to this world, and nearly dead to the Lakehouse world from the Disney Choke man himself, but let me not glorify APPOLO-WILLIAM LEONARD MCKINNON LUCIFER so very much!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

7 fucking days out of these 15 November mother fucking days have all been SUPER FUCKING CUNT EATING BOTBAR or Bottom Of The Barrel, Already Rated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DECEMBER IS ALSO HORRIBLE AS SHIT, WORLD. 13 BOTBARS IN 26 DAYS, A TOTAL HALF OF THE FUCKING MONTH WAS TOTAL MOTHER FUCKING HELL, SQUARED AND CUBED!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

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

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

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

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

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

Sorry about that! I just fixed it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:19 PM

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

Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:21 PM

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

Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:25 PM

https://mountainpen.wordpress.com/

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[ 1 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	For the record.	PAu000662409	1984
[ 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
[ 9 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982
[ 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
[ 25 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity tunes of 1998.	PAu002282717	1998

 

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NOW FOR THE MPB CHARTS, AND IF YOU SICKEN REAL EASILY OR JUST FREAKING ATE A MEAL, WAIT FOR A WHILE OR SKIP THIS SHIT ALL TOGETHER GOOD PEOPLE, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!

 

 

Soon, I’ll paste into these blogs, the real kick in the cunt at ligt speed cubed and a half from cuba, Daddy Delta Dawn of Atlantic Lies City, Blue Turds Fee, USA!!!!! What I mean is the year of 2013 from New years fucking day up through the August 27 day, and then show on a separate chart, the new magnetics given me by the ENEMY (AKA HALLS FAWCES), running straight through to the present, which nearly as of now, is the entire rest of this calendar year of twenty-thirteen, Misses Marola Haddonfield Future-Droid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

Before we do the BOTBAR CHARTS, quite fucking ass naturally, good folks; I queried my wonderful ASTRAL-PLANE KITTY CAT, GAGA; as to why this despicable monster ass fucking day happened, and what else is new, like the cat isn’t gonna’ fucking give me the totally accurate and correct response and answer, Jesus fucking Christ Almighty Goddess of Akoslem Shitty City!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

OH AND FUCKING BEFORE I GET TO THIS, I NEED TO QUICKLY SAY SOMETHING ABOUT MY LUCK TEST SCORES EVER SINCE MOTHER FUCKING END OF AUGUST OF THIS YEAR, AS THIS TOO HAS DRAMATICALLY CUNT EATING ALTERED, LADIES AND GENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not gonna’ get super ass specific and long winded here about this, but I am gonna’ fucking say this, good peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TODAY’S LUCK TEST SCORE WAS MINUS 9, and averaged out since 28 August, it has been a daily minus 8.6394 all rounded and daily averaged. Normal luck range would be on the system that I use, between minus 3.1623 and plus 3.1623. I am so far off the mark, it could be measured in mega-parsec distance peeps, and THAT, Billy Harner, is sayin’ something, and not to fucking SALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! http://billyharner.com/

 

 

HAY GAGA-KITTY-CAT, YO; WHY WAS THIS MOTHER FUCKING MONSTROUS HORRIBLE DAY GIVEN TO ME ON THIS SIXTEENTH ANIVERSARY OF THE DATE MY MOM WAS MADE DEATHLY ILL FOREVER OUT OF THE BLUE BY THE WASHCLOTRH CLAN, ON 12/26/1997????????

 

MEOW, MEOW, ETCETERA YOU BOOB MARK MOHR, PRIVATE COSMICODED FUCKING NUMBER-752!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

HERE IS MY LIST, GREAT VIEWERS OF MORIANITY, and why not ‘Morianity’? Laser trace distance delay tech runs in this family, from 2298 back through 33 AD, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, runs in reverse through antimatter field travel in hyperfuckingspace, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

RICK EID, MONSTER, SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, I AM HERE, OCTOBER THIRTY ONE, AMERICA, WORLD TRADE CENTER, BLU RAIN

 

 

FOLKS, IF SHIT GETS A LOT BETTER THAN THIS, FOR YOU THE READER THAT IS, NOT FOR POOR OLD FUCKING DISEASED HELL SWALLOWING HUNTINGTON CURSED LITTLE ASS ME; THEN PLEASE, JUST SHOW ME HOW IT COULD, AS I AM VERY EAGER TO LEARN ABOUT IT, MY WONDERFUL L-4, AND ”ANDREWS-WHATEVERS”.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DEC. DATE—-MPB DEC.—-MPB 2013—-AVGD. MPB—-YR-DAY #

 

01—————–00—————–32 X 08———16——————-335

02—————–00—————–32 X 09———16——————-336

03—————–33—————–32 X 10———33——————-337

04—————–25—————–32 X 11———29——————-338

05—————–20—————–32 X 12———27——————-339

06—————–17—————–32 X 13———25——————-340

07—————–29—————–32 X 14———31——————-341

08—————–25—————–32 X 15———29——————-342

09—————–22—————–32 X 16———27——————-343

10—————–30—————–32 X 17———31——————-344

11—————–36—————–32 X 18———34——————-345

12—————–33—————–32 X 19———33——————-346

13—————–38—————–32 X 20———35——————-347

14—————–36—————–32 X 21———34——————-348

15—————–33—————–32 X 22———33——————-349

16—————–38—————–32 X 23———35——————-350

17—————–35—————–32 X 24———34——————-351

18—————–39—————–32 X 25———36——————-352

19—————–42—————–33 X 01———38——————-353

20—————–45—————–33 X 02———39——————-354

21—————–48—————–33 X 03———40——————-355

22—————–45—————–33 X 04———39——————-356

23—————–48—————–33 X 05———40——————-357

24—————–50—————–33 X 06———42——————-358

25—————–48—————–33 X 07———40——————-359

26—————–50—————–33 X 08———42——————-360

 

 

JUPITER INLET IN FLORIDA, USA, WELCOMES MORIANITY, DAY AND NIGHT, MOST OF THE TIME, YOU WILL SEE THIS LOVELY PHOTO FROM THEIR WATER-CAM. WEEEEEEEEEEE AND WOW!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

WEATHER BUG CITY CAMERA AT AIRPORT, WITH

COURTESY OF CHANNEL 12 TELEVISION, S. FLA.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is 87 degrees in Fort Pierce, Florida this morning. NO IT IS NOT, PRAISE ISIS GODDESS, IT IS A NICE 70 HERE IN FORT FUCKING PIERCE AT 10:49 POST MERIDIAN ON THIS HORRENDOUS FUCKING ROTTEN ASS THURSDAY NIGHT, 26 DECEMBER IN 2013!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

NOW ON THE YEAR OF 2013 ITSELF, GOOD FRIENDS OUT HERE, YO; BEGINNING IN DECEMBER, HERE IS WHERE MY FIGURES SHOW MY MPB ON THE FUCKING DIRT BAG YEAR, AND IT AIN’T ONE BIT PRETTY.

 

 

MPB FOR 2013, FINAL MONTH CHART:

 

DECEMBER 01  107 BOTBARS  DAY #335  32X08

DECEMBER 02  107 BOTBARS  DAY #336  32X09

DECEMBER 03  108 BOTBARS  DAY #337  32X10

DECEMBER 04  108 BOTBARS  DAY #338  32X11

DECEMBER 05  108 BOTBARS  DAY #339  32X12

DECEMBER 06  108 BOTBARS  DAY #340  32X13

DECEMBER 07  109 BOTBARS  DAY #341  32X14

 

 

TIME IS A WILD FUCKING THING, AND IT IS JUST THE REFLECTION OF THE PHOTON, OR LIGHT. STILL PEEPS, AS IT CHANGES, SO DO ALL THE THINGS INSIDE OF ITS POWER, MISTER FUCKING HALL, SIR!

 

 

 

 

 

OH MY BEAUTIFUL LOVELY MOON!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AND NOW FOLKS, WE GO BACK TO EARTH, AND JUPITER INLET, NOT THE PLANET, WHAAAAAAAA, MIKE MCNULTY!!!!

 

 

FIRST, ARE WE GOING TO FALL HEAD DEEP DOWN IN THE SNOW, AND WILL IT MAKE ME BLUE, WHEN THERE ARE NO LOVELY LAB TECHNICIANS AROUND TO HELP ME WITH MY THROAT CONDITION IN 1984, COPYRIGHT OFFICE TRAVELERS OF ‘WALKERS AND DELIVERIES UNSIGNED’? I KNOW EVERYTHING, AND YES, I’LL TELL IT TO YOU SCYLLA, IF YOU WANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Who else is going to be snowed in and fall head deep in it, 1983 Copyright Office Examiners?

PayPal co-founder Levchin launches new mobile payment start-up, if he can get out of this messy deal that is, aha aha aha.

 

 

 

NOW FOR THAT WONDERFUL JUPITER INLET, FOLKS!!!

YOU CAN SEE MANY FISH PALES, SO FRESH AND NEW, IF YOU REALLY ZOOM ONTO THE JETTY, LOVELY ISIS!!!

 

 

 

There are no November eleven coincidences Yogi Berra, then, or back on the eighth of August in 2008, dreamers! In-between the fourth and tenth of March, she drilled me on how I can be white and claim to be you know who. Free country, yeah believe this and be a fool. Be good to yourself, Deezy Slim. Keep hipping and hopping, remember, Herbert Huntington sees it all. W—–O—–W!!!!!!!!

8888-8888-8888-8888-8888-8888-8888-8888-8888-8888-8888-8888-8888-8888-8888-8888

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MORIANITY PART V, COMPILATION BLOGS (V-COM):

PROOF OF MY AUGUST 28 DEATH SIEGE AND DOW JONES CONNECTION

 

PROOF OF MY PERSECUTION:

 

 

 

RON WIRTZ SENIOR BACK IN 1991, TOLD ME IN PERSON AT HIS OFFICE, THE OFFICE OF THE CAMDEN COUNTY PROSECUTOR IN CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY, AND I QUOTE HIS WORDS, ”MARK, IT’S BIG BUSINESS THAT IS PERSECUTING YOU, WE CAN’T PROVE IT BUT IT’S BIG BUSINESS DOING THIS TO YOU”. ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS CLICK ON THIS PERFECTLY SAFE LINK, AND PLEASE F.B.I, CLICK THERE, AND THEN E-MAIL ME BACK AT MOUNTAINPEN@WORDPRESS.COM. THIS IS A HUMAN RIGHTS VIOLATION, KIND PEEPS. I AM REQUESTING SOME ACTION TO BE TAKEN, WITH NO MORE LENNY MCKINNON BACK BURNERS, FROM 1988; PLEASE. EVER SINCE THE 28th DAY IN AUGUST, I HAVE BEEN UNDER A MAJOR DEATH SIEGE, AND THE CHARTS ON THE DOW JONES MATCH THIS LIKE A PERFECT REFLECTIVE TRUTH THAT IS TOTALLY UNMISTAKABLE. PLEASE HELP ME, YO!

 

 

 

 

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mark wayne mohr September 10, 2013 at 2:42 PM

 

ffffffjdjgfuir8586u7rudjd=j-==odekd, and the FAWCES have hacked me with another famous UNDERLINE HACK, THAT I AM TRYING TO GET RID OF BEFORE POSTING MY JUPITER INLET SHOT. GET A FUCKING LIFE, YOU DIRT BAGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

DUH, MCNULTY, try clearing the fucking formatting, nobody tells you fucking shit, you are supposed to be HARRY FUCKING POTTER INCORPORATED in this new global evil fucking ass empire, YO YO YO BRAH!!

 

 

YES LOVELY LOUISE HENDERSHODT, I SUPPOSE YOU KNEW MY COUSIN SANDRA MASON QUITE WELL, WHEN SHE ATTENDED THE CAMP THERE IN MARYLAND BEFORE I WENT THERE, DURING THE GIRLS TIME. I TRIED TO TELL YOU I WAS IN A FUTURE WORLD WHERE RED EXES AND THINGS MOVED WITH LINES ON THE BOTTOM LEFT TO RIGHT. I SAW IT ALL, AND HOW DID I? WELL, SIMPLE. YOU HAVE NO CLUE WHAT IT IS LIKE REPEATING NOT ONLY THIS CURRENT LIFE, BUT REMEMBERING COUNTLESS OTHER ONES, LOVELY LOUISE. IF YOU EVER RUN INTO MY CUZZ, SAY HI TO HER FOR ME, AND ASK HER WHAT THAT CHELTENHAM HIGH SCHOOL CRAP BACK IN TWENTY TEN OR EALY ELEVEN WITH CUZZ DONALD, WAS ALL ABOUT. HAY MY, IF YOUR MOM RUNS INTO FRED AT THE MET OR ANY PLACE, HAVE HIM GIVE ME A DAM JINGLE IF HE IS STILL ALIVE, HE PROBABLY IS AROUND 90, BUT THEN, LOOK AT MISTER MANDELLA, WE DON’T GET TO LEAVE THIS VEIL OF MISERY UNTIL IT IS OUR TIME, LOVELY ONE!

 

 

 

So please help me, great GODDESS, SSJKK!

 

YEAH RIGHT SURE, THAT’S LIKE ASKING THE FIRE TO KEEP YOU NICE AND FREAKING COOL, FISHERMEN AND CARPENTERS OF 33 AD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE!!!!

Seasons  >  Summer WOW FOLKS, LOOK AT DA PITCHAS, WEEEEEEEEEEE.     I SEE A DOUBLE WAIN-BO, WEE.

 

LoriAnn Mirabito, 6/22/2013

Norwich, NY 13815

A double rainbow…what a treat in the day sky!

 

 

So whay-da choo choo twain, Whaaaaaaaa?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WONG JETTY, THIS AIN’T IN JPITER, FLORIDA, WHAT JEW SAY DAD AND DAWN, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!

 

 

 

FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK THE WORLD, MY WONDERFUL FRIENDS AND FIENDS!

 

 

 

 

AUGUST 28, 2013——–100 MPB

AUGUST 29, 2013——–100 MPB

AUGUST 30, 2013——–100 MPB

AUGUST 31, 2013——–075 MPB

SEPTEMBER 01, 2013—080 MPB

SEPTEMBER 02, 2013—067 MPB

SEPTEMBER 03, 2013—057 MPB

SEPTEMBER 04, 2013—063 MPB

SEPTEMBER 05, 2013—067 MPB

SEPTEMBER 06, 2013—060 MPB

SEPTEMBER 07, 2013—064 MPB

 

 

THIS IS THE CHART THAT WILL BLOW YOUR FUCKING MIND, RUSSEL THAXTON AND COUNT VON-MARCUCCI AND ROSEANN DELANEY. HAY, I’M THE GREAT FISH, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ALL REAL GOOD GIRLS KNOW THAT I AM THE GREATEST FISH IN THE WHOLE DAM BAY, WHO ELSE?

TIME TRAVELER WRESTLER JESSE KNOWS THIS!

 

HE KNEW IT IN 1965 AND IN 1986, HUH SAL?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well great peeps, let’s get down to CASES now, as promised.

 

OH YES, THIS IS WHAT WE ARE GOING TO DO, RIGHT NOW.

 

WE NOW ARE GOING TO PASTE IN THE SHOT FROM JUPITER INLET FISHING JETTY.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THIS ISNEBNOOSHOO’S NEW BLOGS, SO PLEASE HAVEAVERYNICE DAY.

“A WEEKEND OF DEATH SIEGE”  WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!   

 

 

 

 

                        Only the opening title words are real.

LET THERE BE A MORNING LIGHT, AND A ROOM IN THE SUN, IN 190 YEARS.

 

///////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\       KEYBOARDS FROM PETA-HELL  ®

 

 

MARK WAYNE MOHR——–1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2013

 

 

 

This is a re-print from my earliest blogging times in OHM-6.

 

WHO ARE THE ENEMIES, DISCUSSED IN THE EPILOGUE OF THE MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENNIUM-3?

 

THEY ARE THE WOMO MILI-2-FAWCES OF THE GREAT MISTER BOXER HALL.

 

 

WOW, where are you JUPITER INLET PHOTO?????????

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

”A WEEKEND OF FUCKING DEATH SIEGE, PEEPS AND PAM”

 

 

I already fucking knew this was going to happen, and stayed in Friday and hid, and tried to prepare for a weekend of fucking death siege. The fucking cunt magic is in the MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE, and in this particular  case; of measuring the amount of this, on the year 2013. If Saturday and Sunday and Monday could have gone without BOTBAR, I could drop back out of this MONSTER FUCKING HIGH 32 PERCENT, BACK TO 31; AND THIS IS A NO-NO FOR ME, SAYS FUCKING JERK OFF WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, quite fucking cunt obviously, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

MULTIPLY THIS FUCKING NEXT STATEMENT MY FRIENDS, BY APPROXIMATELY TWENTY NINE AND A HALF TRILLION:

 

I DESPISE, DETEST, DEPLORE, AND HATE THE GUTS, OF WHOEVER AND WHATEVER IS DESTROYING ME AND HAS BEEN FOR 59 MOTHER FUCKING YEARS.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PLEASE GOOD FOLKS, I REALLY DO THINK THAT YOU SHOULD ALL BE WILLING TO GIVE ME MY PROPHET PROPS MANY TIMES OVER, OR TO PUT IT LIKE THIS FOLKS;

 

MY P—R—O—P—S

MY P—R—O—P—S

MY P—R—O—P—S

MY P—R—O—P—S

MY P—R—O—P—S

MY P—R—O—P—S

MY P—R—O—P—S

MY P—R—O—P—S

MY P—R—O—P—S

MY P—R—O—P—S

MY P—R—O—P—S

MY P—R—O—P—S

MY P—R—O—P—S

MY P—R—O—P—S

MY P—R—O—P—S

And we thank you, Mister Cohan!!!

 

 

PLEASE JUST TELL ME WHY ANYONE THINKS THAT I AM ASKING TOO MUCH HERE!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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HALLS FAWCEShave everything in the dam universe to do with everything, in these eight fucking years of my blogs, EVERYTHING. ”YOU MUST BE IN WITH THE FAWCES”, yeah; I don’t know about your buddy there, Mister Hall, but I know that I sure mother fucking am; so merry mother fucking Christmas to you, Mister Hall!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

I am damned if I DO, and damned if I DON’T.

This is the HUNTINGTON-CURSE!!!

I HAVE BEEN DEATHLY FUCKED WITH BY THESE MONSTERS.

Need I say anything more, Mister CV George Straight?

 

 

 

 

Why did I begin playing with voices and tape recorders, and how does Bob McDowell and Bruce Pennock fit into all of it;  and how does another powerful truth totally surround this wild circle, whose name was, and is; Sarah Jacobson? Well, this began in the autumn of 1972!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

AS I SAID TO YOU ON THE TELEPHONE IN APRIL OR MAY SOMEWHERE IN TWENTY ELEVEN, LEE BAILEY;  ‘YOU DON’T KNOW ME’, AND I DON’T GIVE A FUCKING TOILET WATER DRINKING SHIT, HOW MANY EXTENTION PHONES YOU ALL ARE ON; SO PUT THAT IN YOUR HOLIDAY FUCKING SHOES!!!!!!!!       *********And A Rotten Christmas To Us All*********

 

 

 

 

 

***”THE FASCITAR, THE JACOBSON, THE DONALD; AND THE WORLD OF THE ELECTROMAGNETIC SPECTRUM”***

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TITLE OF THIS SERIES OF BLOGS:——-

“THE MAGIC TOOL THAT CAN PREDICT DOW JONES PRICES WITH 80%+ ACCURACY, ENDLESSLY, AND IS MY PERSECUTION, IN THE UNITED STATES; SINCE THIS BEGAN IN 1986”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In blogs I have done over the past eight years now; quite a small feet if I may say so myself, good folks; I have discussed the FASCITAR, and told a small bit of this ancient ultra secret set of paranormal instructions, for proving to anyone; that atheists are all wrong about nothing being ”beyond” this so called waking and mortal life. I do not make this judgment call, so don’t come at me with sticks and stones and knives and guns, please. The Fascitar makes this claim, and then goes on to verify its claim, to anyone who has the fucking balls to properly use it, and thus see it all for themselves. I do not plan on rehashing any of these instructions or even reiterating what it is all about, not here on this blog, as that is not a part of the point that this writing will be trying to make. All I want said about it is that is more secret than anything else kept and called a secret, and that if released into the general population, it would be a matter of only a short space of time, that all of humankind and its organized power structure large religions, would dissolve away and be exposed for the total frauds they are, in a nutshell, being there to give hope to those who fear death and hell, the hell part created by them to generate that fear, and other things time prevents me from detailing on this particular writing. But it is all there, if anyone should have the desire and the time, to archive my blogs that show up, these current ones, and then on this current one, on many of these blogs, I show the BIO-PAGE, where you can click next to any of five bullets that name my five original blogs, on BLOGGER DOT COM, beginning in January of 2006. This appears right next to a normally larger font made by me, area, saying’ ”MY BLOGS”. Now we move this along to part two of four which is the JACOBSON, and also known in my blog texts and writings since the near beginning of them, as SARAH JACOBSON; from the New Jersey Rehab System of Camden, New Jersey, and who attended the REHAB CLASS, in the same special education school that I went to, on Hopkins Lane, in Haddonfield, New Jersey; back as the nineteen-seventies began to come into the scene, replacing the love/hate sixties’ truly known in all of its mysterious numerous ways, by only those who were there to live and experience these wild times.

 

 

 

Sarah Jacobson was not an ordinary girl by any stretch of anybody’s imagination. She was extremely lovely with long dark hair, extremely tall, unfathomably physically strong, the coolest personality in the world, and seemed to have advance knowledge of future events, as did some others in this lace just a short while back, coming to mind first and foremost, is Misses  Marola, who knew the way the first ten years of the following century were going to be pronounced, while nobody else seemed to, and other stuff is just as suspect as well, leading me to the conclusion that right after she was suddenly gone, her replacement as a younger self was immediate, the JACOBSON. Without boring anyone to tears and back, all the way to Christmas of twenty-seventeen or so, I’ll abridge, compress, and transform what comes next, into a real short and sweet little ditty of words that tell what needs to be told, without any of the fat or window dressing. It will be thinned out to anorexic proportions, but you will get the connections, if you want to, and if you really are trying to, good peeps. 

 

 

Misses Marola insisted that I do something, not on school time, and where she did not have the authority to be so ultimately relentless with me against my will, but did it anyway, and it all led me to be at a place at a totally different time on May the Thirtieth of 1969, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, than would have been the case if she had not forced this issue, and this event, altered the course of my life, and many many lives around the world to this very day. All major events that pertain to the story of Mountainpen and morianity, and MARK WAYNE MOHR, seem to be on and occur on A LEGAL UNITED STATES HOLIDAY. This goes quite a bit beyond mere happenstance or coincidence. You may insist on disagreeing with me, and as I said many times, I am willing to fight and die on any battlefield in this world, for your right to indeed do so, stupid as disagreeing with me about all  these things possibly being coincidental, may be.

 

 

 

Now this was a teacher in this special education school, and she was my teacher, from early middle February through late into June, back in 1969. Once she did her job, knowing already that my days with Sarah on Tennessee Avenue were winding down on this last summer of running into her, somehow, but she knew it, believe that; this is when on the following spring in 1970, my encounter with the great next paranormal person to come into my life, indeed happened, the JACOBSON. I am not at liberty to tell all that I want to here. The world simply is not ready to accept so much. After all I went through with all of this, even I am light years away from understanding and appreciating the full scope of this big-picture story happening all around me and even still to this very day, so how the devil can I in good conscience expect anyone else to GET IT?

 

 

Still, SHE HAPPENED, and it was very major. She did things to me both while I was awake and asleep, that both Sarah from Tennessee Avenue did to me, and way up in my adult life, her newest persona has done, beginning in 1997 and then going on a lull for a while until a full 11 years ticked by past then. Only so much more connects all of this that volume sized encyclopedias would never contain it in proper elucidated details that would not leave any kind of blanks or skips in this awesome and inconceivable story. Now, and since 1980, I no longer have one paranormal, but two paranormal ”people” that mess with me, when the mood strikes them, despite my recent best attempts to distance myself totally away from them. And the coincidental thing pops right up again, as when I get the next phase or 3 of 4, the TRUMP, he does the very same thing, by stuff he did and bought, that made the few things I used to enjoy in my rotten life, all turn into total pig crap at the speed of light, such as buying up all the pageants of beauty queens, and along these lines, and there are many others, way too numerous to get into, on this text here today. On top of these interconnecting items that few have the psychic energy or PERCEPTION to properly even begin to see, or ‘spiritually visualize‘ so to speak; is the way an entire life can be seen if you stand back away from it as a totally neutral observing outsider; and watch what I jokingly now call, ”HALLS FAWCES”, working through an entire huge operation, that makes things all happen, no matter how incredibly hard one might try and fight against it, it is exactly like swimming against a rip tide on steroids, and being four years old, and who had just been taught to swim a day or two ago.

 

 

 

Now speaking of invader Phase-4 entity TRUMP, not the brain or body; but the ‘HIM’ that is inside of it, that no surgeon could ever cut open, and then so much as hope to witness or observe or measure in any meaningful way, not yet with today’s teck, right Professor SCI-CH-KAKU?, but yes, speaking of this wild dude who influenced me to create him on a 1980 open reel semi-pro mastering machine called the RS-1500-US tape recording machine, where would I even think of starting? I could type for a year, and not tell it all, so why even begin such a futile time wasting energy wasting endeavor? I won’t. BUTT, it is time to draw the connecting FAWCES of mister Hall, into these three items, FASCITAR, JACOBSON, TRUMP. This item is called the electromagnetic spectrum. Again, I will shorten a quick lecture about all of this to get a few of my smarter readers really thinking and maybe drooling on their shoes; but that is all I can do. It would take lifetimes to try and explain the life that I have already lived, and just as me, in three dimensions, as Mark Wayne Mohr. I could give all of you the accepted scientific explanation first off of just what really, this mysterious sounding item is all about, the EM spectrum, but that is for the birds. That won’t cut any mustard is so far as my attempt to connect it up to these other three items, not that anything will, but old gambler me, as many of you already know; always plays the odds, or said perhaps somewhat more accurately, tries to pick and choose the very best odds, in all of life’s many situations.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes there is a line that stretches very far to the left and to the right, and has a speck in the middle called VL (Visible Light). It is just a fancy scale that measures how quickly things vibrate. Vibration gives off heat, more of it gives off light, still more gives off many types of invisible light rays and waves. But telling you this would get me an A on a term paper in college, for the best down to Earth and compressed explanation of this subject, and getting an a in some hypothetical college, is not what this blog is about by a long shot and a half, so I’ll move on and finish my dissertation. Folks, in the world of the subatomic where nothing is anywhere near the size of an atom, the rules that govern the physicality of things also are not the same as those that govern in post atom sized realities. These rules, laws, or anything you wish to think of them as, are very real, and they do not bend and are indeed inviolate. Nobody breaks the laws of anything, from all the basic engineering principles, to hydrodynamics to aerodynamics, and on and on, it is not going to happen. As technology improves, and life appears to be breaking the laws of physics to some degree here and there, you need to see this as another one of life’s so many great parlor illusions. In truth an honesty, when things around us advance and improve, it is because the collective mind has not figured out ways to BREAK the LAWS that govern our world, but because it has figured out ways to interact MORE EFFICIENTLY within these laws that govern our world. In a real nutshell with volumes of potential text removed; all I’m saying my peeps, is this. This smaller realm of what the men and women of science call ”sub-atomic’, or the ASTRAL PLANE, is a reflectional image of what this realm then goes onto create. It does this creating by a process that is quite natural, but not to the scientist. The entities of this realm, DREAM-DOWN into hyperspace mortal world existences. They lose energy through numerous interactions, and the way it is regenerated is to sleep and dream, the very opposite of how humans on Earth think of their human lives and falling asleep and dreaming every so many hours when they wear out for the day, and need a recharge. But coming from this realm, where forces are beyond mysterious; and where there is no space-time-mind as there is here in the fifth dimensional hyperspace, of all these many parallel universes, such as the one we live in right now and I am blogging this message out to all of you; is the true magic of every single thing that happens while here and supposedly awake in this mortal realm on the planet called Earth.  All the connections to all the things in my life, your life, our lives, the whole Mexican 27 foot Pizza pie; is because of very strange and spooky forces; to quote the great pal of my dad, sir Professor Einstein of Princeton university in a place called Roddenberry New Jersey McNulty Laugh time; and to give you all the grand finale’ here, parallel universes indeed can effect and rub into each other electromagnetically, and do; every time electrical energy and humans connect together; but there is no way in these hyperspace dream-downs, to effect the locale where we dream off of or FROM, the subatomic reflections of us, AKA the ASTRAL PLANE. If you are looking for details of just what happened on the Astral plane, that caused the Briggbase to all get together in an unconscious way and do all the stuff that they do, or even for me to quickly sum up an intelligible way for you to understand powerful wild things in my human current lifetime (dream-down) resulting from Astral-Plane or subatomic interactions, well; you sadly deluded yourself at the beginning of my blog. Common sense tells you that I can open doors and walk you through a million trillion things and endlessly expand and tell infinitely more stuff, but those looking for a worldly type of accurate Google-road-map to pop up somewhere, in any way, shape, or form, is most likely the King or the Queen of the Eternal Optimist Club of the World (EOCW), and would be loved madly, by the girl who in 2008, I nicknamed, ”TWINBAY”, from where else but Egg Harbor Township.

 

I will keep telling stuff, there is an infinite supply. Just don’t expect a perfect wonderful Google Map, hell, I could have used one that day that I took Chicky’s dam brothers to the JFK Airport. FUCK THIS SHIT, HENRY FONDA, AS I AM ONE ANGRY FUCKING MAN, OLD JURIST PAL!!!!!!!!! ALSO, WHY DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER? Can’t their fucking blind eyes see, you phony bastard Steve Wynn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The light never really came on in 1974!!!

So when I climbed out of the bed, even worse-ass cunt chewing and agonizing nightmares continued on for me. And on!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I should have left, and gone to mother fucking MEXICO, a few months ago, instead of thinking like a total cunt lapping dickhead mother fucker, that I could fight scum like my kid and her friends and her dog walking rotten family!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when I did what I did back on August the mother fucking twenty-eighth, life changed for me as big as it did back on august 15, in 19 mother fucking cock sucking 86!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here it is again folks, ALL GOD DAM OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And you tell me there is a righteous nice father loving type of god somewhere, shit man, you are more fucking pathetic than I am if you can read my 8 years of blogs, and still believe any small part of that fucking total nonsense!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

LIFE FUCKING SUCKS AND THERE IS A GOD FOLKS, IT IS NICK CANNON, THE FUCKING DEVIL, THAT IS WHO IT IS; and he used to be my old record promoter in 1980, William Lenny McKinnon, and whether you choose to buy into reincarnation or not, hay man, I would willingly give up my fucked up life on any global or cosmic battlefield for your right to say to me, ”HAY MARK MOUNTAINPEN, YOU ASSHOLE MOTHER FUCKING STUPID NUTCASE, YOU ARE FULL OF SHIT AT LIGHT SPEED SQUARED”. I would not have it any other cunt lapping way, good folks, and hopefully, neither would you, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! Hay, let’s all go choke on this shit for thirty mother fucking miserable ass years, dogs!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

***”SUPER SUPER MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR AND SIEGE”***

 

 

 

I AM UNDER A MOTHER FUCKING CUNT LAPPING DEATH SIEGE FROM THE WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, W-H-O ~~~ E-L-S-E?

 

 

HUGE CHEMTRAILS ARE SWALLOWING UP THE SKIES ALL DAY OVER MY TOWN OF FUCKING CUNT EATING FORT PIERCE, FLOWERS FLORIDA, USA EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY G THIS UNIVERSE IN FIFTH DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE, AND MOST LIKELY FUCKING VIGINTILLIONS OF OTHERS WHERE I AM UNDER THIS DEATH HELL, NOT ALL FOLKS, THERE ARE PLACES WHERE I AM ON TOP OF THE SHIT EATING FUCKING WORLD, BUT NOT FUCKING HERE YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I went out to do what the Resident Manager, Debbie Marotto told me to do, and got nowhere, but this is nothing, N—O—T–H–I–N–G. I AM BEING TREATED LIKE SHIT AND NO ONE WILL HELP ME, AND I HAVE LOST MY BENEFITS, AND PLAN TO DRIVE TO THE STATE CAPITOL AND CAMP OUT ON THE FUCKING STEPS THERE, GET ARRESTED, AND GET MY STORY IN THE MOTHER FUCKING NEWSPAPER. You want to play games with mother fucking cock sucking me, you fucking filthy diseased jerk offs, then fine, I’ll play, and at your level, you rotten mother fucking OTAMMITES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

WHERE ARE YOU DIANA ZUUDLOCRONESSIA ARTEEMIS WHEN YOUR LITTLE FREAKING BOY NEEDS YOU SO MUCH, AWESOME GIRL??????????????

WHEN THE CAT’S AWAY, ……..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

”Me from 1985”, I’m Criana for Diana, oh precious sweet Diana, you have gone away, no matter what I do you will not stay. I try so hard every night and every day, but no matter what I do you went away. Come back to me LIGHTNING!!!!!!!

© THESE LYRICS ARE COPYRIGHT, ME, IN EARLY 1985.

 

COME ON DIANA, GOD DAM IT, HELP ME YO.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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LAUGH OLD PAL, MIKE MCNULTY, YO!

 

 

 

 

RE-PRINT, SO YOU CAN LAUGH AT ME, MIKE MCNULTY!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

DECEMBER 26, 2013,SUPER SUPER BOTBAR!!

THURSDAY AFTERNOON AT 2:47

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 77 DEGREES FNHT.

IT FUCKING FEELS 177.

 

TITLE OF THIS SERIES OF BLOGS:——-

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******* “47 PERCENT BOTBAR MPB”*******                 

I DON’T THINK SO, IT IS WAY OVER FUCKING FIFTY PERCENT MPB NOW!!!

 

Good day people. I TOLD FUCKING YOU THAT THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKET WOULD BUST INTO 16,000 POINTS. NOW DO YOU BELIEVE ME?????????

 

Thank the great state of Missouri and their great Disbelievers Club, for this; my friends!! 

 

EVERY DAY, RECORD HIGHS!!!!!!!

 

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DON’T EVER FUCKING BELIEVE A GOD DAM CUNT SUCKING THING I EVER SAY LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I ONLY PREDICTED THIS HUGE GIANT STOCK RALLY, AND WAS TOTALLY FUCKING ASS CORRECT. SCREW FUCKING ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!

 

OK HERE IS THE MOTHER FUCKING SHITUATION GOOD PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE BEEN TOTALLY SCREWED AND GIVEN A RUN AROUND, AND EVERYBODY HATES ME AND WILL NOT HELP ME WITH MY BENEFITS, SO I AM PUTTING A CUNT EATING LETTER OF COMPLAINT IN THE MAIL TO THE GOVERNOR OF FUCKING FLORIDA FOR THE MISTREATMENT OF THOSE WITH SPECIAL FUCKING EDUCATIONAL NEEDS WHO CANNOT WORK INTERNET AND COMPUTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS ABSOLUTE MOTHER FUCKING DISCRIMINATION, AND I WILL CALL EVERY ATTORNEY IN THE TELEPHONE FUCKING BOOK BEFORE THIS IS ALL DONE AND OVER WITH, MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

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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. PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE!!!!!!!

 

 

 

NOT ONE FUCKING CUNT EATING SOUL CARES ABOUT ME OR MY HELL. THEY WATCH AND ENJOY IT AS THEY WOULD A FUCKING SYFY SHOW, SAYING TO EACH OTHER, ”MORE POPCORN” YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well fine and dandy, as there is one last laugh on these cock sucking dirty rotten pricks, and that is this folks:

 

 

 

When I am finally dead and buried and gone, YOU WILL NOT ONLY NEVER FIND A REPLACEMENT FOR ME WHO IS ANYTHING LIKE ME AND WHO COULD HOLD UP SO LONG AND WELL AGAINST TOTAL SCUMBAG GARBAGE CHEWERS LIKE YOU ALL, BUT YOU WILL LOOK BACK AND WONDER WHY YOU FINISHED ME OFF SO SOON, AS NOW, I AM NOT HERE ANYMORE FOR YOU TO MOTHER FUCKING KICK THE SHIT AROUND, NO MORE ME, NO WAY TO REPLACE ME, NEVER; AND WHEN YOU REALIZE THIS, AND AS MY KID PUT IT ON HER WEBSITE A WHILE BACK, ”IT WILL BE TOO LATE”. SOME MESSAGES REALLY ARE MEANT TO BE THAT WAY, ISIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES, WHAT WILL THEY FUCKING DO WHEN I AM DEAD AND GONE,  AND COMMIT SUICIDE TONIGHT, AND THEY NO LONGER HAVE ME TO FUCK WITH, PRESIDENT OBAMA, SIR???????????????????????????

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HELP ME PEE, YOU’VE BEEN OUT OF HERE SINCE MARCH 29, and now it is DECEMBER 27.

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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.

 

 

 

 

 

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ALSO, WHY DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER? WHY CAN’T THEIR BLIND EYES SEE?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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This scum bag PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING SUCKS. They hate me and treat me like trash. They fuck with me, lie to me; and I must now leave here when my lease is up if I do not take my fucking life today or tonight, Governor Scott, and Mister President Obama, sirs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

IN THE CUNT SUCKING MOTHER FUCKING MONTH OF DECEMBER, I AM NOW HOLDING 13 BOT AND 13 NOT-BOT DAYS. EVERY OTHER DAY AVERAGED OUT IS MONSTROUS, WICKED, AND HORRENDOUS. THIS TRANSLATES INTO A 50% MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE BOTBAR OR MPB.

 

 

I am not going to bother telling you all the details, or posting the charts. It is 1997 all cunt lapping over again, WAY TOO DEPRESSING, and for those too fucking dumb to see parallels here, other shit in and from this rotten fucking time period, and the Callio clan of WASHCLOTHS, WASHBURNS, and no god dam fucking WATSON CLUES or SUPER BABYLONIAN SLEUTHS, or nights out at the movies back in fucking cunt eating 1972; well, then stay dumb, stay young, stay full of fucking cum, and also; when the real desire strikes someday, to gain some inside cosmic wisdom, to quote my miserable daughter, it just very well might be way too late!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

FOR THOSE WHO ENJOY PHOTOGRAPHING AND POSTING SHIT TO SOCIAL GARBAGE FUCKING MEDIA SITES SUCH AS YOUTUBE AND MANY OTHERS, JUST COME TO MY TOWN OF FORT PIERCE, REAL DAM SOON. YOU WILL SEE A REAL FUCKING SITE TODAY, YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

The person who is hurting me most in this building, is that miserable fucking Tom. He has done a lot of evil shit to me, and I am going to get out of here before he and his jerk off monster fucking friends, can keep their rotten antics up. I won’t bore you with the details; it would take all afternoon to tell what these monsters have done to me, and the lies they told me, when I asked for just the smallest bit of help in getting my benefits restored. I don’t belong in this fucking ghetto; and this is their way of letting old honky me know it, but I am not as stupid as many out here wish I fucking ass was. I know you are doing this shit to me, Mister McKannon,  through your pipeline, and thug friends, and that dirt bag music world! I know you for exactly who and what you are, because names, as Shakespeare says; are totally fucking ‘meaningless and moaningless’!! What IS, IS, like symbolism.

 

I knew after being up and awake less than a small fraction of a cunt lapping hour, this day would be horrendous and deplorable times fucking ten to the power of nine hundred and seven. I went to put on my watch and it had stopped. This is my eighth mother fucking K-MART stupid dance watch that I paid 12 bucks give or take for, and has lasted only several mother fucking months. This particular K-MART on Tennessee Avenue here in town, hay Tennessee Avenue, what in all fucking honesty do you want me to say here, George fucking ass Straight? I keep going back and buying shit there when I could just drive the extra two miles over to the fucking ass Walmart store. Well, tomorrow I will get my watch at fucking cunt lapping WALMART, no more of this shit for me. I LEARNED AFTER 7 FUCKING TRIES. I gave them plenty of chances to sell me decent fucking products.  That store totally mother fucking SUCKS A HARD THROBBING DICK, AT LIGHT FUCKING CUNT SPEED, YO YO! But when did the watch stop? It stopped at ONE ELEVEN, EITHER LAST NIGHT, OR THIS VERY AFTER CUNT EATING FUCKING NOON, GOOD FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But that isn’t all, folks so don’t think that it is, pweeeeeeeze. I go to get into my car after throwing it away, well, I’m skipping a step, I went to lightly tap on it to see if it would restart, as once in a blue moon, this works at least for a while; but instead, the entire crystal fucking shattered like I suddenly woke up today with the strength of fucking fourteen year old Keisha from 1999, who broke my arm in two places, in one fucking cunt eating punch; and DISNEY thought it was so funny, or their peeps, they created the lovely jet black beautiful goddess, named LOCA!!!!!!!! Nothing gets past me or by me, and I never ever fucking forget a thing, Mashell fowl mouth Daniels from 1980 RPL.  Between this and chemtrails all over the place, the day is totally over, but I got into my car and turned it on, and the stereo went on, and what displays but ONE-ELEVEN. I SHUT THE FUCKING THING INSTANTLY OFF, BUT THE DAMAGE WAS DONE. Lots of shit kept right on going wrong. No one was where I had hoped they would be, at the Food Bank, at the Good Will Store; and when I walked out of Publix, after all of this mother fucking super total horseshit cubed, with a few last of the month grocery items; scum bag enemies blaring dirt bag music, came at me again; but then, it would have had more of a shock value folks, IF IT HAD NOT HAPPENED, than by happening. I mean give me a fucking  break Margie 1985 Leo; I was totally ass expecting that, and wondering all the time that it had not yet occurred, gee, where is it, and then, weeeeeee, there it was.

 

 

MAGNESONIC, OPEN COMMAND, GENERAL ORDER 7 (G-7).

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, HEAR MY VOICE PRINT IN PRECISE SQUARE WAVE INSIDE MY MIND THAT IS NOT SAMPLABLE OR DUPLICATABLE EVER.

 

ALL TECKS, ALL RELATIVE ORDERS, ALL SCANS. PREPARE THE TRANSPOWER BLOCK FOR AN ‘I’ TO ‘D’, A/B TONE PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM. I NOW AM MAXING OUT YOUR PULL-POWER-GAIN, AND ALL CONTROLS AGAINST THAT GAIN CONTROL. YOUR DESIRE KEY IS BEING SWITCHED FROM ITS NORMAL-NEUTRAL SETTING ‘J’, TO THE ‘I’ POSITION. HEAR THE TWO AT&T EMPOWERMENT TONES FROM 1983, AS THE LONG SOUNDING ‘E’ LETTER, AS FOLLOWS:

 

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

 

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***”SUPER SUPER MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR AND SIEGE”***

 

 

 

I AM UNDER A MOTHER FUCKING CUNT LAPPING DEATH SIEGE FROM THE WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, W-H-O ~~~ E-L-S-E?

 

 

HUGE CHEMTRAILS ARE SWALLOWING UP THE SKIES ALL DAY OVER MY TOWN OF FUCKING CUNT EATING FORT PIERCE, FLOWERS FLORIDA, USA EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY G THIS UNIVERSE IN FIFTH DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE, AND MOST LIKELY FUCKING VIGINTILLIONS OF OTHERS WHERE I AM UNDER THIS DEATH HELL, NOT ALL FOLKS, THERE ARE PLACES WHERE I AM ON TOP OF THE SHIT EATING FUCKING WORLD, BUT NOT FUCKING HERE YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I went out to do what the resident manager, Debbie Marotto told me to do, and got nowhere, but this is nothing, N—O—T–H–I–N–G. I AM BEING TREATED LIKE SHIT AND NO ONE WILL HELP ME, AND I HAVE LOST MY BENEFITS, AND PLAN TO DRIVE TO THE STATE CAPITOL AND CAMP OUT ON THE FUCKING STEPS THERE, GET ARRESTED, AND GET MY STORY IN THE MOTHER FUCKING NEWSPAPER. You want to play games with mother fucking cock sucking me, you fucking filthy diseased jerk offs, then fine, I’ll play, and at your level, you rotten mother fucking OTAMMITES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

WHERE ARE YOU DIANA ZUUDLOCRONESSIA ARTEEMIS WHEN YOUR LITTLE FREAKING BOY NEEDS YOU SO MUCH, AWESOME GIRL??????????????

WHEN THE CAT’S AWAY, ……..

 

 

 

 

 

”Me from 1985”, I’m Criana for Diana, oh precious sweet Diana, you have gone away, no matter what I do you will not stay. I try so hard every night and every day, but no matter what I do you went away. Come back to me LIGHTNING!!!!!!!

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COME ON DIANA, GOD DAM IT, HELP, YO.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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LAUGH OLD PAL, MIKE MCNULTY, YO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DECEMBER 26, 2013,SUPER SUPER BOTBAR!!

THURSDAY AFTERNOON AT 2:47

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 77 DEGREES FNHT.

IT FUCKING FEELS 172.

 

TITLE OF THIS SERIES OF BLOGS:——-

“THE MAGIC TOOL THAT CAN PREDICT DOW JONES PRICES WITH 80%+ ACCURACY, ENDLESSLY, AND IS MY PERSECUTION, IN THE UNITED STATES; SINCE THIS BEGAN IN 1986”

 

 

 

 

 

 

     “47 PERCENT BOTBAR MPB           

I DON’T THINK SO, IT IS WAY IOVER FUCKING FIFTY PERCENT MPB NOW!!!

 

Good day people. I TOLD FUCKING YOU THAT THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKET WOULD BUST INTO 16,000 POINTS. NOW DO YOU BELIEVE ME?????????

 

Thank the great state of Missouri and their great Disbelievers Club, for this; my friends!! 

 

EVERY DAY, RECORD HIGHS!!!!!!!

 

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DON’T EVER FUCKING BELIEVE A GOD DAM CUNT SUCKING THING I EVER SAY LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I ONLY PREDICTED THIS HUGE GIANT STOCK RALLY, AND WAS TOTALLY FUCKING ASS CORRECT, SCREW FUCKING ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!

 

OK HERE IS THE MOTHER FUCKING SHITUATION GOOD PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE BEEN TOTALLY SCREWED AND GIVEN A RUN AROUND, AND EVERYBODY HATES ME AND WILL NOT HELP ME WITH MY BENEFITS, SO I AM PUTTING A CUNT EATING LETRTER OF COMPLAINT IN THE MAIL TO THE GOVERNOR OF FUCKING FLORIDA FOR THE MISTREATMENT OF THOSE WITH SPECIAL FUCKING EDUCATIONAL NEEDS WHO CANNOT WORK INTERNET AND COMPUTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS ABSOLUTE MOTHER FUCKING DISCRIMINATION, AND I WILL CALL EVERY ATTORNEY IN THE TELEPHONE FUCKING BOOK BEFORE THIS IS ALL DONE AND OVER WITH, MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

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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. PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE!!!!!!!

 

 

 

NOT ONE FUCKING CUNT EATING SOUL CARES ABOUT ME OR MY HELL, THEY WATCH AND ENJOY IT AS THEY WOULD A FUCKING SYFY SHOW, SAYING TO EACH OTHER, ”MORE POPCORN” YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well fine and dandy as there is one last laugh on these cock sucking dirty rotten pricks, and that is this folks:

 

 

 

When I am finally dead and buried and gone, YOU WILL NOT ONLY EVER FIND A REPLACEMENT FOR ME WHO IS ANYTHING LIKE ME AND WHO COULD HOLD UP SO LONG AND WELL AGAINST TOTAL SCUMBAG GARBAGE CHEWERS LIKE YOU ALL, BUT YOU WILL LOOK BACK AND WONDER WHY YOU FINISHED ME OFF SO SOON, AS NOW, I AM NOT HERE ANYMORE FOR YOU TO MOTHER FUCKING KICK THE SHIT AROUND, NO MORE ME, NO WASY TO REPLACE ME, NEVER, AND WHEN YOU REALIZE THIS, AND AS MY KID PUT IT ON HER WEBSIDE A WHILE BACK, ”IT WILL BE TOO LATE”. SOME MESSAGES REALLY ARE MEANT TO BE THAT WAY, ISIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES, WHAT WILL THEY FUCKING DO WHEN I AM DEAD AND GONE AND COMMIT SUICIDE TONIGHT AND THEY NO LONGER HAVE ME TO FUCK WITH, PRESIDENT OBAMA, SIR???????????????????????????

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HELP ME PEE, YOU’VE BEEN OUT OF HERE SINCE MARCH 29, and now it is NOVEMBER 15.

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Come on PEE, where are you?               

 

 

 

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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.

 

 

 

 

 

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ALSO, WHY DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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This scum bag PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING SUCKS. They hate me and treat me like trash. They fuck with me, lie to me, and I must now leave here when my lease is up if I do not take my fucking life today or tonight, governor Scott, and Mister President Obama, sirs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

IN THE CUNT SUCKING MOTHER FUCKING MONTH OF DECEMBER, I AM NOW HOLDING 13 BOT AND 13 BNOT-BOT DAYS, EVERY OTHER DAY AVERAGED OUT IS MONSTROUS, WICKED, AND HORRENDOUS. THIS TRANSLATES INTO A 50% MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE BOTBAR OR MPB.

 

 

I am not going to bother telling you all the details, or posting the charts. It is 1997 all cunt lapping over again, WAY TOO DEPRESSING, and for those too fucking dumb to see parallels here, other shit in and from this rotten fucking time period, and the Callio clan of WASHCLOTHS, WASHBURNS, and no god dam fucking WATSON CLUES or SUPER BABYLONIAN SLEUTHS, or nights out at the movies back in fucking cunt eating 1972, well, then stay dumb, stay young, stay full of fucking cum, and also, when the real desire strikes someday to gain some inside cosmic wisdom, to quote my miserable daughter, it just very well might be way too late!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

FOR THOSE WHO ENJOY PHOTOGRAPHING AND POSTING SHIT TO SOCIAL GARBAGE FUCKING MEDIA SITES SUCH AS YOUTUBE AND MANY OTHERS, JUST COME TO MY TOWN OF FORT PIERCE, REAL DAM SOON, YOU WILL SEE A REAL FUCKING SITE TODAY, YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

The person who is hurting me most in this building, is that miserable fucking Tom. He has done a lot of evil shit to me, and I am going to get out of here before he and his jerk off monster fucking friends, can keep their rotten antics up. I won’t bore you with the details, it would take all afternoon to tell what these monsters have done to me, and the lies they told me, when I asked for just the smallest bit of help in getting my benefits restored. I don’t belong in this fucking ghetto, and this is their way of letting old honky me know it, but I am not as stupid as many out here wish I fucking ass was. I know you are doing this shit to me through your pipeline and thug friends and that dirt bag music world. I know you for exactly who and what you are, names as Shakespeare says, are totally fucking ‘meaningless and moaningless’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

I knew after being up and awake less than a small fraction of a cunt lapping hour, this day would be horrendous and deplorable times fucking ten to the power of nine hundred and seven. I went to put on my watch and it had stopped. This is my eighth mother fucking K-MART stupid dance watch that I paid 12 bucks give or take for, and has lasted only several mother fucking months. This particualr K-MART on Tennessee Avenue here in town, hay Tennessee Avenue, what in all
fucking honesty do you want me to say here, George fucking ass Straight? I keep going back and buying shit there when I could just drive the extra two miles over to the fucking ass Walmart store. Well, tomorrow I will get my watch at fucking cunt lapping WALMART, no more of this shit for me, I LEARNED AFTER 7 FUCKING TRIES, I gave them plenty of chances to sell me decent fucking products, that store totally mother fucking SUCKS A HARD THROBBING DICK AT LIGHT FUCKING CUNT SPEED, YO YO! But when did the watch stop. It stopped at ONE ELEVEN, EITHER LAST NIGHT OR THIS VERY AFTER CUNT EATING FUCKING NOON, GOOD FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But that isn’t all, folks so don’t think that it is, pweeeeeeeze. I go to get into my car after throwing it away, well, I’m skipping a step, I went to lightly tap on it to see if it would restart as once in a blue moon, this works at least for a while; but instead, the entire crystal fucking shattered like I suddenly woke up today with the strength of fucking fourteen year old Keisha from 1999 who broke my arm in two places in one fucking cunt eating punch, and DISNEY thought it was so funny, or their peeps, they created the lovely jet black beautiful goddess, named LOCA!!!!!!!! Nothing gets past me or by me, and I never ever fucking forget a thing, Mashell fowl mouth Daniels from 1980 RPL.  Between this and chemtrails all over the place, the day is totally over, but I get into my car and turn it on and the stereo goes on and what displays but ONE-ELEVEN. I SHUT THE FUCKING THING INSTANTLY OFF, BUT THE DAMAGE WAS DONE. Lots of shit kept right on going wrong. No one was where I had hoped they would be, at the Food Bank, at the good will Store, and when I walked out of Publix after all of this mother fucking super total horseshit cubed with a few last of the month grocery items, scum bag enemies blaring dirt bag music came at me again, but then, it would have had more of a shock value folks, IF IT HAD NOT HAPPENED, than by happening, I mean give me a fucking  break Margie 1985 Leo, I was totally ass expecting that, and wondering all the time that it had not yet occurred, gee, where is it, and then, weeeeeee, there it was.

 

 

MAGNESONIC, OPEN COMMAND, GENERAL ORDER 7 (G-7).

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, HEAR MY VOICE PRINT IN PRECISE SQUARE WAVE INSIDE MY MIND THAT IS NOT SAMPLABLE OR DUPLICATABLE EVER.

 

ALL TECKS, ALL RELATIVE ORDERSD, ALL SCANS, PREPARE THE TRANSPOWER BLOCK FOR AN ‘I’ TO ‘D’ A/B TONE PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM. I NOW AM MAXING OUT YOUR PULL-POWER-GAIN, AND ALL CONTROLS AGAINST THAT GAIN CONTROL. YOUR DESIRE KEY IS BEING SWITCHED FROM ITS NORMAL-NEUTRAL SETTING ‘J’, TO THE ‘I’ POSITION. HEAR THE TWO AT&T EMPOWERMENT TONES FROM 1983, AS THE LOBNG SOUNDING ‘E’ LETTER.

 

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

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NEW BLOGS OF NEBNOOSHOO, THIS WAS THE DAY MY MOTHER WAS MURDERED IN 97

**”THIS IS THE DAY MY MOTHER WAS MURDERED IN 97”**

 

 

As some of my readers may remember and know, in late 1997, at 4 or 5 in the morning of December 26, my mother fell strangely ill, as though under a fucking witch’s spell. No doctor or expert in the entire medical community could ever get to the bottom of it for a 26 month period, and she eventually died a cruel horrific death on March the fourth in 2000. I know this horrible washcloth-family from nightmare-hell is all involved, as I had been doing my great search to find the great Sarah for months, unsuccessfully, and somebody was scared that I was getting too close, to ”something” as the Christmas times in 1997 were rolling around. I am doing this blog because it is hot and fucking miserable, and a fire alarm went off at a minute shy of eleven this morning, and I am expecting a VERY VERY VERY BAD DAY, lovely lovely lovely Ingrid. What I do not understand is how I managed to get so very very very old, as you would think this much shit and hard time, would have killed me off a long mother fucking time ago. As O speak, two fire trucks are on the scene, so this piercing fucking misery of sound should stop soon, but when I check the Dow Jones business charts later, I am sure a turn-around-point around eleven, caused them to pour this bullshit on me, to reverse a downturn and swing it right back up. I have put up with this cunt lapping torture for near,y 27 solid years. It stopped now at eight past eleven, and a great reminder to put my screen blocker sticky page up over the time display, to avoid seeing MISS JIT BAG BITCH WITCH JANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then onto Burger KING.

 

Earlier today, loud music was blaring in a passing car, waking me up, and noise in the hallways also wakes me up on a continual basis. There’s nothing new at all happening as far as any of this shit is freaking ass concerned, YO!

 

 

 

These mother fucking pricks have no shame or conscience or humanity whatsoever, in this Wall Street Conspiracy. Between these evil fucking inhuman soulless mother fuckers, to quote Dawn-Marie KING the great and late; and the wild shiny eyes of Billy Crouch, that would frighten children into hysteria, and then the recent great FUTURE SCAPE TV SHOW on the great SCIENC CHANNEL, with or without any Jason Forrest tapes being slightly renamed, AGAIN; TEE HEE HEE LILLY MUNSTER; I am left to wonder and believe that I have met an android from the future, who claims to know ”GOD” personally, and seems to insist that I am not having any problems, and that this is all nonsense. When anyone is too forceful, they have an agenda, and those who know what I am being put through at the hands of this EVIL FUCKING EMPIRE, are going to naturally insist that this is not happening. There is no shock value at all, it would only be shocking if it didn’t all go down like mother fucking this, good folks. Same thing with the World Owners of the Entertainment World, those whose job it is to shape and control THE MINDS AND THOUGHTS of the people they rule and reign over. All the shit pulled recently and all the shit pulled for a long time now, it takes only a short brief meditation and period of silent logic and reflection, to know absolutely what they are doing. But I will not lie to anyone reading my blogs. FOR THE LIFE OF ME, I CANNOT GET UP IN COURT UNDER OATH, and tell a soul, just WHY they are doing this to me, and this weakens my situation, geometrically, and sadly, for fucking me anyway. I’m sure they celebrate with hard liquor and sex parties on a weekly basis, while laughing and mocking Mountainpen and Morianity.

 

 

 

DECEMBER 26, 2013,

LATE THURSDAY MORNING AT 11:20

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 77 DEGREES FNHT.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My message for all those who read me, is stay tuned in 2014 for a lot of huge secrets that these horrible fucking enemies don’t want talked about and told, despite me being mocked and disbelieved. They still run under their tables and shut their lights off, right Lenny Gatejammer? No Microsucks Spell Checker, I cannot in good conscience say that wind has nothing to do with these things, as 8888, Deezy Darius tells a different story about that piece of the Treymore Hotel of Atlantic City, New Jersey, right Sarah Nurockey, Estelle Anderson Bassler, and Chester Perkowski? Eric and Paul and their horse shit with letters and photo passports, you turd chewing fools really think I am just a stupid fucking moron, wow. Hay, as Mashell Daniels said back in 1980, think what you want, butt-wipes. I know what I know!!!!!

 

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