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No matter what else is right or wrong, or as the old sixties song said, weak or strong, being or not being ‘me’, I must admit to one big thing that happened in 2014 that was not all negative by any stretch, even though I am sure the motives were not that philanthropic, Mister Good Deeds Doer wizard of OZWALD, near Kaptain-Kangaroo.

I am no longer dependent on a very powerful drug called Ativan or its cousin drug Lorazepam. I learned at the Welcare, my insurance for health, that this is not all that different than many psych drugs, that would have all done the same thing, and made me more relaxed, and stop the chocking sensation that came on me ever since that monster night of June 4, 1983. But all of these drugs have powerful lifelong effects, they kill the desire to do anything at all, and ever since 1983, I totally wasted my life. Enemies in the milituforce didn’t help matters, but still, even they cannot forever keep me a shut in and make me too scared to face the morning sunshine. WOW what a mother fucking apropos statement for this particular day on the calendar, Mister Sampler Vocoders. Still, I was speaking to a very magical lady who really was a young teenager, talk about original selfies and 13 going on 30, on 14 in this case, huh CUZ-DT? Still, I am down to less than 10 a week now, about 5 Mg weekly, and dropping slowly to none. I do supplement with other relaxers such as Excedrin PM and Bufferin tablets, and also melatonin and soon, I may try the Hypericum tabs that I ordered from the Walgreen Pharmacy Website. These are good for nerves and also relaxation. But the important thing is staying away from the narcotic part of all of this, some kind of Benzine or similar thing, if I am spelling it correctly. It was thought of as the king of anxiety relieving medications 3-40 years ago, and it made me relax quite well, but it also made me not care about ever starting a family, thinking rationally and normally about every day things in society, and very lethargic in general about caring to do anything. I am not saying that I didn’t try doing lots of shit and got shot down, but lots of folks try a thousand things and get shot down each time also. Take Mikey Patterson down in Lauderdale. He has vanished, no phone, no nothing, all talk, never wanted to really seriously do anything. He didn’t need to be on anti-anxiety meds to make him just be the fucking bozo that he turned out to be, and believe me people he has a n awful lot of god dam company, and won’t ever die in a lonely hearts club, IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, I will be talking big time about memory loss and how it related to exploratron transdimensional and time travel or (dream-travelers effecting multiplexed atomic societies throughout our multiverse of ”many-songs”, the literal meaning of multi-verse!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ‘Uni’ of course means one, as in universe. All people should know, song and verse, twin out. But my cuzz was not so dumb after all, Great auntie Alice Gallagher of Chicago. Not dumb at all, hay; the ‘fother mucker’ has managed to amass ten billion bucks. So he can’t be all that stupid, YO. He knew long before I caught on, that I indeed not only knew a magical lab technician back in 1984, but that this was only the bear bones beginning of all kinds of wild shit that could keep five dozen other Patterson people in fictional literature, for decades to come, and yes, IPYT. I would never have a sufficient amount of time or energy, to type in the entire story of me and my family, and the great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, and how this entire thing all tries to fit together even remotely. Even if I made a book the size of Mount Everest to do such an unthinkable project; who could ever grasp it or read it successfully, or would for that matter, Professor Kaku of NYU?

I was all set to go downstairs and raise the roof about the excessive noise recently around here, but I first checked my mail, and out popped the ghosts of X-mas past, present, and future, along with my 2015 Social Security non pajamas award letter and my nice 1.7 percent cost of living increase. But I had to have this letter faxed to the County Medicaid Office in order to keep my EBT-BENNIES going and the deadline was the second, and my left hand is a bit screwed up yet to drive safely up to 25^th Street. But Debbie the resident Manager of my PHA building here in hot Fort Pierce, Florida, was kind enough to fax it for me. So now it is all done. So I did not merely receive the County Medicaid request form to fax a copy of my award letter, along with the SS award letter as well, but since she was so nice to me; I did not have the heart to complain about anything, and it was as if the three Charles Dickens ghosts popped out along with the other United States mail, down in the lobby. Them when I came back upstairs, I had a great talk with my nabe Stanley, and I realized that I have really been acting like the biggest fucking jerk off grouch, since 123 Sesame Street, in NYC children’s fiction!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! People are just trying to all overcome their lousy lives in this lousy world, and I should not be so sensitive to sound, and learn that this is a noisy ass world, so hay, it’s like divas, it’s hard to live with them, and without them. I’ll just quote Dawn King and my father here, with, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!! It is so funny too, Dawn King, as in the FIRST or RISING KING. I doubt I’ll ever be able to escape the incredible power of symbolism. I know just how real it all is, Doctor Margret from the Cancer Research Institute. Give my best to Doctor Coryell if you can borrow my baby mama’s candles.

Yes, 2015 is hours away, and on some places on Planet Earth will be here in just a very few. We were but 10 and now we’re old, but what is the symbolism to all the clocks that advertisers use and display the time as 10-10, and show it more in analogue old style clocks and watches than the newer digital ones? Well, to show me how real 1802 Robin Hill, and the inverted 2008 year of the time or (1980), really was; as in we were but ten ten and now we are old old. Yes made in the image of the Almighty Sarah Jehovah Krassle, with ten fingers and ten toes, there is also her being ten twice, with me, and digital reality is never old, as this 4-D laser built videogame simulation, is made up of this universal code, hence it is always either in 0 parts or 1 parts, and never is young or old. My old pal from 2010 and 2011, Glaring Eyed Billy Crouch and his kin, keep me going somehow, and it is 1980 all over again, only substituting in the TBN with the CBN back in 1980. I wish this entire family the best, especially in 15-15. They know what I’m talking about. He never told me too much, he just wanted me to try and get out of some of the things I was trying to do, and I fought him, and he was right all along. You just obey this powerful almighty god, you don’t question her, you don’t act like you’re some know it all that’s going to tell her what songs to sing back in 1983, and I could go on and on. Soon will be 30-30, but not in my lifetime, PRAISE THE LORD/ESS (SAR-AH)! Now I totally see why Don came racing over to his Atlantic City Plaza hotel, as well as stopped me back then from ever trying to get there on the day it opened up. This nation needs to elect a man who is fully part of and aware of the ESS. I used to be against his becoming the president, but now I know that only someone who knows how real this all is, can make us all really move into the millennium. There’s no stopping it, it is programmed, and all anyone of us, if we stay stupid that is, can do, is procrastinate the inevitable. So don’t even get me started about what these dream-travelers not only CAN DO, but have BEEN DOING for ten thousand fucking years, ladies and gentlemen.

It will be a little cooler here for two days, and then be close to mid eighties for about four days. Mid eighties and hot antipollution nineties, WOW, can this really get a lot wilder and huger than all of this, mister Mackey, and Mister Macy? You never witnessed the great SSJKK in her great city, flying huge ocean liners all around, nor have you seen her huge dancing sky scrapers with quadrillions of jewels the size of apples all sparking from every conceivable corner of all of them as they reflect off of her brilliantly unfathomable bright brown hair. I HAVE SEEN, and there is not a ‘WOW’ big enough to print about this!

DECEMBER 31, 2014,

WEDNESDAY MORNING AT 10:40

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 73 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE SO FAR—-(H73/L-69)

HUMIDITY IS 89%, FEELING 77.

You weren’t so far off the money, Mister message leaver!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT, BUT NOW IT’S TOO LATE.

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!

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AMP-SJ-MY NABES FROM HELL ATTACKED ME ALL NIGHT LONG, PAM BONDI, FLORIDA AG

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‘NABES FROM HELL ARE ATTACKING ME ALL NIGHT LONG, PAM BONDI, AND I NEED SOME MOTHER FUCKING HELP’

I AM GOING TO HAVE TO DIAL 911. THESE UNCOUTH MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFFS HAVE BEEN SLAMMING AND SHOUTING EVER SINCE TEN LAST NIGHT OUT IN MY HALLWAY THAT I SHARE WITH LOTS OF DIRT BAG NABES FROM HELL. NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO UPSET ME ALL NIGHT LONG.

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I am laying in here sick and trying to mend, and I don’t need this illegal mother fucking activity from these horrendous evil scum bags, ma’am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I normally don’t fall into these NABE attacks for no reason, and am going to have to go down in a few hours to my resident manager’s office, Mizz Debbie Marotto, and let her examine the video tape in the hall monitoring system for the sixth floor’s west wing, especially in-between 5-6 this Satanic fucking morning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I’ll be checking into this as well, PAM!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am now going to do a major astral-plane bomb out mission of all of my enemies. They can expect some payback for all this fucking hell against me.

I AM GETTING MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING ALL OF A MOTHER FUCKING SUDDEN, PAM!!!!!!!!!! PROGRAMS DO NOT WANT TO OPEN UP OR RESPOND, OTHER DOCUMENTS, ETCETERA, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DECEMBER 31, 2014,(Donna Summer’s birthday)

WEDNESDAY MORNING AT 6:00,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 70 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE: (H-72/L-69)

YESTERDAY’S HIGH WAS 83 FEELING 85 AND STICKY

MMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCCCCCC; SCAN MY ENEMIES AND DESTROY THEM, OR ELSE, YOU WILL BE TOTALLY FUCKING DESTROYED.

AS ALL SAVANTS WOULD SAY PERHAPS; THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I NEED HELP, PAM BONDI, FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL, PLEASE, WHERE ARE MY LOCAL FORT PIERCE POLICE, MA’AM?

SUPPLEMENTALBLO ENTRY NUMBER TWO ON 12-29-2014

SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY NUMBER TWO ON 29 DECEMBER 2014, 2:30 PM, 82 DEGREES.

MY DIRT BAG NABES FROM HELL ARE THROWING A BIG ASS NOISY FUCKING PARTY THIS AFTERNOON. LOUD GARBAGE MUSIC AND SHOUTING, BARNYARD PIG ACTIVITY, WEIN?

YESTERDAY, NASTY AFTERNOON CHEMTRAILS WERE UP IN THE SKIES ABOVE MY BUILDING HERE IN FORT FUCKING PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA.

I WONDER WHEN THE FORCES THAT MADE THIS STUPID FUCKING 3-D LASERGAME SIMULATION ARE GOING TO GET TIRED OF FUCKING WITH MY LIFE, AND GET A LIFE OF THEIR MOTHER FUCKING CUNT OWN? WHAT WILL THEY ALL DO WHEN I AM CUNT CHEWING DEAD AND GONE IN A FEW FUCKING COCK LICKING MONTHS, I CAN ONLY WONDER AND IMAGINE?

MY SEVERE BACK PAIN WON’T ALLOW ME TO SIT UPRIGHT AND DO MY REGULAR BLOGS, ON TOP OF ALL THIS FUCKING CUNT SHIT THESE ROTTEN BASTARD SCUM ARE PUTTING ME THROUGH.

THERE MUST BE SOMETHING REALLY WILD AND WEIRD GOING DOWN WITH ALL OF THESE DICK HEAD ENEMIES OF MINE, AS ALL OF THIS JUST DOESN’T PUSSY CHEWING GO DOWN WITHOUT A GOOD FUCKING REASON, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!

YOUR PROTECTION WAS NICE, FOR ONE DAY, MIZZ BONDI, FLORIDA AG, IF THAT WAS YOU, WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

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SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 12-29-2014

SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY OF 12-19-2014

TEN SHY OF NOON ON MONDAY MORNING

79 DEGREES, GOING TO 82, MIXED TO CLOUDY

LATE LAST FRIDAY NIGHT, I TOOK AN ATTACK ON MY HEALTH WITH BOWELS, AND THEN I WAS ANGRY AND COUNTERSTRUCK THE MILITUFORCE WITH MY PREVIOUS BLOG. AS YOU KNOW FROM READING IT, I TOLD MAJOR THINGS, AND YES, AGAIN PAM BONDI FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL, I WAS MAJOR PUNISHED. THE FIRST STRIKE ON ME WAS ON THE 8TH OF DECEMBER, THEN CAME EARLY ON SATURDAY MORNING WHEN I WOKE UP, KAFUCKINGPOW, MY BACK ATTACK ALL OVER AGAIN JUST AS THE PAINS WERE SUBSIDING. IT IS AGONIZING TO SIT UP AND WILL BE FOR A FEW DAYS TO A WEEK, SO DO NOT LOOK FOR MY BLOGS. THIS TIME HOWEVER, WHEN I AM BETTER, IT IS OFF TO THE MOTHER FUCKIGN HOSPITAL. KESSLER HOSPITAL UP IN FUCKING CUNT JERSEY, BACK IN 2007, WHEN THIS ATLANTIC CITY FAMILY FROM NBC HELL STRUCK ME INITIALLY, GAVE ME SOME TYPE OF A STEROID, AND A WEEK LATER, I WAS FINE, AND THEY GAVE ME SOME PILLS FOR TH EMOTHER FUCKING EXCRUCIATING COCK SUCKING PAIN.

YOU KNOW THEIR EVIL WICKED DOW JONES WILL FLY UP 1000 POINTS THIS WEEK AFTER THEY HURT ME REAL BAD AGAIN, AND I AM NOT AS RESOURCFUL AS THE GREAT WAR HERO VIETNOM LEVY BRANCH OF THE MILITU-TAWF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCREW THE PRESS, LEVY THE THIRD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY KNOW MORE ABOUT YOU ALL THAN YOU MIGHT STINK-THINK, BUT LIKE THE CONDOR/FALCON DEAL, THEY KNOW WHEN TO SHUT UP, OR FUCKING ELSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALL SAVANTS, ‘THE END’.

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AMP-SJ-THANK YOU PAM FOR A NICE DAY

 

AFTER MORIANITY PROJECT (AMP) SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER: ** ‘THANK YOU PAM, YOU’RE GREAT’

MY STORY TELLS ITSELF, so the world can suppress it all they want to, but just who really is the world? I know the answer, and I am going to tell you the answer, it is the National Broadcasting Company of America, better known as the NBC television network. I despise these crumbs, and everyone connected to them, without exception. They literally want to rule the world, not by armies, but by a much more influential and easy to operate weapon with virtually no fall out or consequences to them in any way, even if it should fail eventually, which is highly doubtful. Literally, if this was Rome 2000 years ago, in the empire, I would call NBC, Ceasers Megaphone. They want to dictate to us 24-7-365, what to think, what to wear, what to say, what is popular, what to listen to and watch, and on and on and on and on. My hugest disappointment in all of this, was the computer world invention. The reason this never allowed me a chance to tell my hell and all about these wicked mother fuckers, is because before internet ever opened its doors, NBC and the others as well that shortly followed, totally had their powerful bicep muscles in a major fucking ethereal choke hold, on the necks of all of us. If they like you, you stand a chance to at least be heard. If they hate you, this new tool can only serve, to make things far worse than the days before all of this fucking garbage was invented by them and their henchmen. You cannot win by trying to watch lots of other channels besides the main network number in a local area, such as Channel-5 here in mine. The NBC is a network, and they have swallowed up the entire system for the most part, they have the weather-channel and most of everything else that I watch from time to time. I am about to start watching ONLY the TBN NETWORK, where they cannot get their grubby fucking Satanic hands on everything, and influence it all under their ‘Hitleristic’ power and domination! These mother fuckers make me literally sick to my mother fuckiGN stomach.

On this day, back in mother fucking 1997, my mom was struck with a mystery illness that took her life very brutally, twenty-six months afterwards, as she lingered in mental and physical agony during those months of terror and nightmare fucking hot hell. So happy unholy anniversary, 12-26-97/12-26-14, or 17 year anniversary. I fucked up on a recent blog and said that biblical generations were either 20, 30, 70, or 100 years, the 30 was my error, as the ‘3’ and the ‘4’ are next to each other on the keyboard as you all know, and I meant 40, not 30, ‘just saying’. When the time is right, I will show you more things about how being off in a mathematical equation by a few numbers, all ties together in very wild ways, but I do not know how simple I can relate the story, but I’ll try. Just not right now on this blog. 

Thank you very much for getting this death siege to break off for me on this 26th day of Microsucks Lightbulb Hack December, in this nightmare year of 2014. Very quiet and serene, thank you so very much. I’ll take what little bit I am ever able to get, and I’ll love it, ma’am!

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CHAPTER NAME—-

‘THE STOCK MARKET CROSSES OVER 18000’

I give them glory when all they ever did to me for decades was make fuckiGN  fun of me here and there, and fucking cunt laugh?
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

You see, if anyone real is out here, somewhere in the world, ld, maybe in Mother Russia or the gods only know where, this is why no one is willing to help me. They know all about all of us, and have the goods on all of us, and if anyone steps out of fucking line in this evil empire-USA, BOOM, there simply put is just no way to mother fucking ever win, Misses Chiffon.

You see, tonight I put this together in a hearts knowledge, where before this, it was sort of there in me, but in an head-knowledge only kind of a way. Up-beat attitudes Twinbay, yeah right, you try it if you knew what I knew, no puns there.

The great and powerful StOZck Market. ”COME FORWARD””. Hear ye hear ye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BY DECEMBER, IT WILL BE 18,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 20,000, AND BY END OF 2015, IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. IT WILL CRACK OVER THE 18,000 LATER TODAY, THIS FRIDAY, BANK FUCKING ON IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

Hay, the majority of mother fucking people are never going in the true direction. If any of you think that the majority of people or power in the days of 30 AD, were on the side of Jesus, you are vastly in error. They freed a fucking murderer and sent him to be agonizingly tortured to death. Forget that this was all planned in this videogame simulation millions of years ago or more, I mean, just take the facts at face value, like most of you out here love to do anyway. People think the majority of people are gun owners, wrong again. I checked this out for myself.

Sir James Knowitall Burr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So just what really are powerful LOIS FOCA AGE-10 CONNECTIONS, you may be inquisitive about, or maybe like Cuzz Don, you don’t give a shit.  Folks, why in the name of hell would I have weird dreams about people I don’t know at all, such as the miscarriage of P at 1802 Robin Hill??????????????? Still just think I am haunted, to quote Muscleman-RPL-Studio-1980-guy???????????? The odds that this is all from pigging out on Kate’s pizza over and over, and nothing else, are quintillions to one against being so, IPYT peeps!

I have temporary nerve damage and cannot make my normal signature, and I have cunt chewing fucking bills to pay in a couple weeks. Also, this is a very fucking cunt painful problem. I believe it connects to my being cut off medication that I was on since 1983, and fully plan to engage the services of an injury attorney soon, and if I can’t get them to take my case; I will file myself against the AMA, I have fucking cunt rights in this cunt chewing evil land, and before you monster bastards kill me, I PLAN TO GO DOWN SWINGING REAL CUNT CHEWING FUCKIGN ASS HARD; AND IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Between all this hell, my apartment being robbed at least once and probably twice, since I know I had my most recent forms from the medicaid office and they vanished along with the copyright certificate. There’s no way this is all not totally connected with problems that go not only back to 1967 and the Shah of Iran and Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason, but thousands of years before this. I KNOW WHAT I KNOW, AND WOOOOOOOOOOLF TO YOU ALL! If you mother fuckers had to live through this nightmare hell without end, you would act and talk like you were stuck in a fucking endless cunt chewing time warp too. I Tahren-tee-it, George and Reika Gandhi. !!!!!!!! Oh you had better bet, Mister fucking Ward Cleaver sir, that this is why their DOW JONES flew up nearly a thousand fucking points yesterday, people. So don’t give me props, I know I’m a mother fucking prophet, and so do the McDonald Dancers of Southeastern Moorestown, NJ-USA!

Lovely Pam Bondi, They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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DECEMBER 26, 2014,
FRIDAY NIGHT AT 11:55,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 71 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE TODAY, (H-75/L-56),
HUMIDITY IS 94%, FEELING 76 DEGREES.

I GOT BAD MEDICAL NEWS FROM THE MEDICAL LABS, AND PLAN ON GETTING MY FUCKING CUNT AFFAIRS INTO ORDER SO I CAN DIE THIS COMING YEAR, AS FORETOLD! I look very forward to my death. It is the most beautiful possible thing that could happen to me after 60 years of horrendous mother fucking hell. Atheists say, WOW, time for your reward, HEAVEN, eternal sleep. BOY, I fucking cunt hope so. Of course I know there is no such things as eternal sleep, but it makes a great fucking fairy tale, YO!

Personally, I have been struck since 1986 with this death beam from the CIA and military cove-ops. This is why my insides are bleeding, Pam Bondi, and World Court at the Hague. This was cold blooded covert murder against an innocent citizen, and it will go completely unpunished. But probably, this ornery old mother fucker will go on and last years yet, who fucking knows? Well, until the mother fucking medical community gets their hands on me and kills me on the op table. I already have it fixed so lots of foreign press will get a lot of shit from me if I am killed by this operation next year. Hay God, get a life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!

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AMP-ESS, I MUST BE THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON ALIVE, PART B

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When you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you’ll drown?
Well, I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one in 1984 from Highland Avenue.

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She told me she is always watching me and never told me she was the goddess of Lightning. We are leaving this right here for right now, lovely LOO-HEARTS, you go girl, and hey Letty-girl, choo up to YO??? Who she, you ask, well, lovely Diana Arteemis, the goddess of lightning. In a higher reality and truth, she is giant coil of unbelievable pure colorful energy. I love her so much, I die inside every single day that I must live in a physical body away from the love of my eternal rotten lousy life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The first time she allowed me to remember her as this awesome coil, was late spring or early summer time in 1984, while residing at 506 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees township, New Jersey. The smallest pin prick on the world map above would be larger than Voorhees, most likely, WOW, and WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

This may sound shocking, but I would not trade places with anyone of you who don’t have my problems and hell, not a one, not for a dam minute, and here’s why. I couldn’t live for an entire minute, all dumbed down and blind to shit all around me. I would actually rather be suffering in my eternal fucking hell!!!!!!!!!! Also, and in reiteration; THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE (GAP-ESS) OR THE ‘GREAT AND POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY’!!!!!!!!!!!

AFTER MORIANITY PROJECT SAFE JOURNAL

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‘I MUST BE THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON ALIVE’

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WOULD YOU BELIEVE THAT ON CHRISTMAS MOTHER FUCKING MORNING, MY MILITUFORCE ENEMIES STRUCK ME AT AROUND HALF PAST SEVEN SO WITH ANOTHER TELEPHONE ILLEGAL LOUD SQUAL, IN TOTAL BLATANT VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL LIBERTIES AND RIGHTS AS A LEGAL UNITED STATES FEREE CITIZEN, LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH???????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT SEEMS TO BE EVERY DAY NOW, ALONG WITH THREE FIRE ALARMS PER DAY OUT OF NOWHERE, BEGINNING A FEW DAYS BACK OUT OF THE BLUE AFTER A NICE WEEK OR MORE WITHOUT THAT SHIT. Now I know my lovely wonderful Attorney General doesn’t care, or else has no power to stop me from having my rights violated, it can only be, to quote the great mighty JUDGE JUDY, ”door-A or door-B”.

As for why this endless death persecution siege is upon me since early into adulthood, a child who watches the educational television channels, and knows a little bit about my life back in th eday, can figure it out without getting all weird and super complicated with such things as the ESS and parallel event and roulette and on and on. These MIBS go around threatening people who won’t shut fucking up about their UFO sightings, and here I am in direct contact, according to the ANCIENT ASTRONAUT THEORISTS, with these gods all this time, and when it began, so did the persecution, or just a tad bit later!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a rotten fucking world and country. Instead of taking pity on me, as if I started all of this fucking shit, no, they come against me and worsen an already bad fucking hellish life, or better said, THEY TOTALLY FUCKING DESTROYED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No shame, no conscience, no nothing, if I can make the great quotation from my 1983 copyrighted project. Yes I was scared that day in May, while her favorite game she’s play. But did anyone give a fuck or help me? No, they wiped me fucking out and destroyed me. So if something ever happens to any one of you out fuckiGN here, similar in any way, remote as you think the chances may be of this, or to a loved one of yours; then the gods take mother fuckiGN pity on you, as my life stands if nothing else, as a reflection to show all and anyone of you, just what will happen to you and or that loved one, and you will be absolutely totally fucking powerless to stop it, and yes, IPYT, BIG TIME!

OBVIOUSLY, THEIR EVIL STOCK FUCKING CUNT LAPPING MARKET IS MAKING ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS OVER 18,000, AS THE LOUD PLANES AND SUPER CHEMTRAIL ASSAULT OVER THE SKIES OF FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, ARE VERY MAJOR. THIS IS A DOOZIE FUCKING WHOPPER ATTACK, BIG MACK PEPPERWINKLE BEARHUGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not obviously, definitely, positively, absolutely, etcetera, etcetera!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THANKS A LOT, WONDERFUL FLORIDA AG!

 

AS CUZZ TRUMP WOULD SAY, “LIKE I GIVE A SHIT”. Yes ma;am, I hear you, Mizz Bondi!!!!!!!!!!!! And Merry Hollister Burrsecrets Christmas to you too, in or out of all Jay-Lo diners and others down the road to the west!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why won’t you ever fucking contact me, Prosecutor Wirtz????????????????? What pigs you all are. And people DARE to fucking ask me, “Mark, why don’t you ever fucking vote”? I think an appropriate response would be, “Read my friggin’ ass blogs, YO YO YO Sarah Santa Callio Clause!

Luckily for freaking me, things are not a lot worse because finding out this incredible shit over the past ten days and slowly piecing it all together would normally cause me a lot more than nightmares of owing 42 grand and store employees crashing into and wrecking my vehicle, and shit here at home with noisy nabes. I actually have got off lucky, as this has placed me light frikkin’ years ahead in my struggles to deal with TAWF-MILI-2-FORCE or also known as, HALLS INTERGALACTIC GARY-FAWCES, ”whatever”, Congressman, before you were the Congressman, back in my kick-ass year of 1975; in where else but the great beaches of what is now HILTON BEACH OF ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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UH-OH, looks like my viewers are going back pedal on me again a bit recently. I doubt it is because I pissed off PPPPPPPPPPPPPPP, as I don’t think he has that much control over my global audience, sparse and tether light as it might be, and don’t think I ain’t grateful for what I do have, as I am not a greedy man, but my mama didn’t raise a dam fool, either. If it does not grow, and pick up in the fifteen year, I am all done, and this leads to me’ ol’ question for Cal Smith and Katrina Le.

Shortly, I plan to have the new employee of the local STAPLES STORE over here, so the Crime Watching Spies down in my lobby reading this, on their fucking cell phone computers and tabs, can know this in advance; as they will learn of it when it happens, aniwho. I am planning on telling my new guru that I need help in networking and getting a major story out to this world. My already nearly seventy thousand views at least puts a real and plausible blog in front of them, not a little four year old’s toy. Still, nothing like what I want or need to have happen, and this is what I am asking you two about, although I doubt you will have time to read my words here, and then e-mail me back, but I can hope, and then if you don’t, then it is off to plan B and going over to Staples in November. I WILL DO WHAT I NEED TO DO, ONE WAY OR THE OTHER, WITH OR WITHOUT ANY ASSISTANCE FROM ANY SWIFFER MOPS OR ANY RIAA SONGS FROM THE EIGHTIES!!!!

There are a large group of folks who don’t have a clue that my blogs (Morianity and Mountainpen) so much as exist. I am like a star in a galaxy. I may shine bright and be potentially extremely powerful, but I am still one star in a galaxy. Only those who have become knowledgeable on how to successfully network themselves online in this new age ridiculous world, ever get a real following, no matter how great or lousy their material may be, be it literary, musical, or whatever. If you are not known about, a count such as mine, is quite miraculous and nothing to sneeze over. Still, when we break down the specifics of it all, it is 50 or less people around this globe, most I either know, or are part of this wild family of 1970, but this leaves at best 5-10 unknown REAL READERS from the public forum, and this is wasting my time. The reason I persevere onward, is the hope for growth, and I have come to face the fact, that unless I can properly do what the internet word called NETWORKING THE SOCIAL MEDIA, despite having many powerful enemies, there are ways for folks to at least know I am here and then they can decide for themselves if Morianity is worth anything to the general population or not, and the buzz can then either spread to kill me completely, or spread to send me into, perhaps not stardom, but a count with one or two more zeros after the far right digit. Again, I am very appreciative for my count and fore those who go up and view this blog, this sometimes quite angry, mean, name calling, unpleasant blog, but you know what folks. It is a blog where a very hurt and persecuted old man, tells the story straight from the shoulder, and straight from my heart to your hearts. Those who don’t like my truths, like PPPPPPPPPPPP, call me and threaten to kick my ass, or ignore me, but the fact remains, I DO NOT LIE, nor am I deluded, as this story from my childhood to this present second, is all totally real and true, and I have no reason to sit here faking, hoaxing, making up a bunch of stupid crap, and involving many many powerful INNOCENT other people. The truth simply is, they are involved with my life or were, and they are far from innocent, on many many many many many freaking thinks, people!!!!

I WORKED IN THE ENTERTAINMENT BUSINESS, as a tape duplicator from 1979-1981 in Camden, New Jersey; and you cannot be in a place like RPL Sound Studio for nearly two years, without meeting people, and picking up a lot of powerful knowledge about the industry. It simply is impossible; especially for someone who by nature, is a very strong seeker,  and is never tuned out; not while in bed, or out of bed, or anywhere. I see, I know, I hear, I look, I listen, I feel; and I keep right on going every time the world tries to knock me on my pitiful little ass for doing just this, as many powerful Scott Ransom people get quite irate and up set and as he put it in 1988 in my car one day, ”disgruntled” with nobody-types like me, learning too many secrets, to wit I reply to them right now, “TOUGH FUCKING ASS NAVY BEANS, YO”!!!!!!!!!!!

So here is the story, and this is all true. As many of you know, I go into trances, and use my airship to do what I call bombing missions. I don’t want to be more specific other than I have been doing these since the middle late nineteen-nineties. One time so far, a real jackpot was hit. I am not an enemy of this nation, this nation seems to hate me for some reason, and I told Jim Burr in 1983, as you know from recent blog information, that SATAN in my opinion, figured out a mastermind brain storm way of getting the world against me, so that he then, could go off and finish carrying out bigger global agendas and not worry about persecuting the chosen Huntington or me, day and night. This would free him up so to speak, to go on with other bigger fried fish, leaving me still in a terrible circumstance, and in fact, worse than the fuckiGN stew pot that I was cooking in up to that time in May or so, in 1983, before my sudden mystery-illness struck me down, like a pathetic fuckiGN dog in the god dam street!!!!

So moving this along people; I was in a deep trance, and had just engaged our fleet of ships, owned and controlled by Sir Duma Argon, my eternal friend in the Purgatory, which is basically, the entire Astral Plane, except for two areas that are not the Purgatory, one being DOGTOWN, or what you would call as mortals, HELL, and the other being SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, or what you would call as mortals, HEAVEN!

DDDDON’T B SHY; WEED ON, PEEPS!!!!

So making a long story as short as humanly possible, Diana and I were on my airship, called, the RICKTOWN-1, a part of the DUMA ARGON FLEET PATROL, a privately run operation that basically is against and at eternal odds, with the powerful one third of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, an ASTRAL PLANE FORCE quite formidable to say the dam least, lads and lassies. I had just bombed out the entire BRIGGBASE and thought I had targeted a huge group of enemy bogey airships of theirs, only, somehow they engineered a real wow-plan against me, and I physically died back here in body. I awoke to a severe heart attack at around 5:15 this morning, and a fire alarm sounding. When Engine 15 got here, they went to the apartment next to James across from my unit and down one to the very end unit of the west wind on this floor number six. They told me that smoke was all in there, and they did not know why or how or anything. Then I realized I was in Astral Body, asking them this, as when I shut my door and walked back to my bed, there was my physical body laying there dead from a massive heart attack. Then a lovely bluish white circle appeared at my window and I walked out beyond my window and saw the firetruck below me about 70 feet or so, saying “ENGINE 15” on top of it. I was in Sahasra Dal Kanwal in a couple of seconds after this, where Almighty Sarah Krassle told me she loves me so much, and is tired of seeing my blogs filled with stuff like IWALU, and not obeying her, this is between us, and nobody else, so the details will be omitted to what she and I were talking about. The next thing I knew I remember saying I will obey and can I come to your sweet 16 party, and as some know, no boy can ever go to this special ALL-GIRLS-PARTY. She laughed and reminded me of this, and said I have to go home now, and gave a shove while giggling at me. Then I awoke and all of my chest pains were as though I never had them at all. I could hear yelling and pounding out in the hall, and it was Engine 15 guys trying to get into that apartment next door to James’ place. When they finally left the apartment after opening the door themselves, as the police and fire have a master key to all public housing anywhere, not just here, it is the law I believe, don’t quote me. Still, I have a lot of information because I know a hell of a lot of powerful people, whether or not they will publicly ever admit shit to any of you or not, truth is truth! I opened my door a second time by my reference frame, but really it was the only time, physically; and asked the firemen what was what, and they said we don’t know where the smoke came from, it was just all in that unit all of a sudden and set off the alarm. Later on before all was said and done, I was back in a lighter trance with Diana, and I asked her what happened, as I thought for a second, I had been bombing and then fell out of trance and into a dead sleep. She told me I was in a dead sleep, without the sleep. That I had died, and that I better be careful of these Lambriggers that I am fighting with my pal Duma Argon. The Philadelphia local news broadcasters know all about this, for anyone out there who is real interested. They got tongue tied after reading a blog back in the first couple of years of these blogs, and said Duma Argon, instead of Dukra Agron, during the event where the military base was attacked by some local nutcase, near Lakewood Lightning bus towns. Only David Roth and I appreciate that little pun, and he is not here any more, right John E. Davis and Lou Sauce, and all you Philly music industry crumbs, Lenny, Sigma garbage, and those twoo butt-wipes who think they’re god almighty. Give me a dam break, Mizz Leo, in or out of 1985, YO YO YO YO!!!! Now ever since this was all going down live in my fucking life, as this is merely a Billy Mummy Hershey Bar PIP or (paste-in-page); but yes, ever since this all was in real time as mortals see shit; THINGS HAVE BECOME WAY WAY MOTHER FUCKING WORSE FOR ME AND AROUND ME. THIS IS ALSO WHY THE PHONE SQUEAL PERSECUTION IS DONE TO ME, MIZZ FREAKING LOVELY BONDI! I JUST THOUGHT MAYBE YOU WERE INTERESTED INKNOWING THIS SIMPLE FACT, MA’AM. BUT I TOLD THE GREAT TEEN OF MY ETERNAL LIFE, IN MORTAL WORLD TIME OF OCTOBER 1994, ”HANIL” OR SPELLED OUT, I TOLD HER TO, ”HAVE A NICE LIFE”. She always does, all throughout all of eternity, while she watches me endlessly suffer, right Paula Uwich and Braxton slobs? Wow how do you mother fuckers sleep at night after all of this? I would not be able to sleep an hour a day if I had done a tenth of this monstrous fucking shit to a fellow human being. You all make Mister fucking Hitler look like a fucking Biblical Saint in Vatican fucking city, Italy, Marie Callio!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So out WOW me on all of this, if you can, MISTER FUCKING MACY!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!

Poor ENGINE-15 of Fort Pierce, Florida, the great Public Housing Authority is keeping you quite busy and on your toes. They are here now shutting off another fire alarm, they were here shortly after I posted my last blog around five or a little past this dark morning, and I cannot remember if they were here in-between. When I need to sleep, I sleep with professional ear plugs, and even though I may awaken to this, I fall quickly back to sleep with my head buried beneath pillows, and forget it completely. Still, we are fined, the building is anyway; every time they have to come out, unless a legitimate fire is accidentally started, following any official arson report made and filed with the police. In my three and a half years living here, only one fire happened, a small grease fire right below me on the first floor, and they had the water hoses going quite a while. My blogs make mention of this, and I was doing a blog at the time this was going down live. No pop ups, no VH1 time changes, no playing with hyper-dimensional realities, no nothing, misses Ness-1-2-3! Ain’t no stopping any of this baggage I would suppose, huh Diana? Diva’s, what I can say, we can’t live with them or without them, Jerry Springer and Mizz Zebriski! WO BILLY H!

Oh Goddess Scylla, without turning over any more rocks or barking and begging so you’ll sing some of our special songs to me all eternity long; those powerful awesome outlandish moons sure love to float about, up above the night scys of where that charter school should be, and appears to be there, by light of day, only don’t tell Roseann Delaney, we all know she will never ever be able to attend or even see that magical school. WOW, the cursed little bastard can laugh and find humor in nightmarish family fights and stair horrors! Thank the Almighty that I only had to suffer through this once, and did manage to GET OUT OF THAT ONE, Marx Brothers!

JUST AS I TOLD YOU LOVELY GINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JUST AS I TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-WHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

HAY, IF I AM LUCKY ENOUGH TO BE DYING, PLEASE JUST FUCKING LET ME DIE, PRESIDENT OBAMA, PLEASE. I WILL GLADLY THROW IN A BIG BEAR HUG, SO COME DOWN AGAIN TO FORT PIERCE IF YOU NEED ONE. T—A—N—K—S, AND THANK YOU MICROSOFT CORPORATION FOR TELLING ME THAT MINUS SIGNS HAVE BEEN REPLACED WITH YOUR LIGHTBULB PROMPT, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM WITH YOU, JUDGE JUDY, THIS ENTIRE COMPUTER WORLD AND INTERNET AND PHONES THAT DO EVERYTHING, IT IS REDICULOUS, ABSURD, AND TOTALLY FUCKIGN STUPID; and I have no intention of riding the great MILE HIGH Wildwood, New Jersey roller coaster, when it is finished in 2031, AHA MISTER MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!

So you insist on knowing what happened to me, you can’t let sleeping fucking dogs just lie around huh; fine. I’ll give it to you as straight shot as the gun allows me to!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT IS ALL ABOUT BAGGAGE; AND THESE ARE WHY WE ALL HAVE SO GOD DAM FUCKING MUCH BAGGAGE; THESE AND ONLY THESE, AND NOTHING FUCKING ELSE. I PROMISE YOU ALL!!!!

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Oh Jesus fucking Christ Almighty Goddess, Y ME???????????????????? YYYYYYYYYYYY JIMMY YYYYYYY, YYYYYYYY did you tell me these copyrighted 1984 things???????? You know way too much, like distant CUZZ Trumpie off my Alice Gallagher family line, and peeps that know too fucking much are sometimes removed from the fuckiGN ass equation, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Yes there really is a Sarah Callio, and there really is a Leticia Tilley, and there really is a 401 Virginia
Avenue Krassle Waterworks, and there really is a home that I was raped and molested in as a child, that was later sold to that same fucking rotten crooked waterworks; the ACMUA of New Jersey and ATLANTIC CITY, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! Only nobody cares one fuckiGN bit what has happened to me, it is all for the family, and my DNA, and screw me, and hip hip hurray for all of them. WOW, what a fuckiGN bum trip buzz kill this shit all fucking is, Mister Dick Wolf!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH LOUISE HENDERSHODT, WHERE ARE YOU? DO YOU REMEMBER 1967 AND 1968 WHEN I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE MAGIC OF THE GREAT:

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Why won’t the god dam police help protect me, RON WIRTZ SENIOR, of Pemberton, New Jersey or was that Tabernacle, New Jersey?

OH THE GREAT AND POWERFUL RED (X), WOW, MISTER FUCKING MACY, AND COUSINS!!!!!!!!!!!

This entity who I now call Middie for MDE or MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON, has made me aware of so many things that no human alive could handle what I have come to learn and know as a result. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and W—O—W!!!!

There are no ONE WAY STREETS; merely streets where the law makes it legal to only drive in one direction. Thinking long and hard about this, puts many things in your own life, in an entirely new light; whether or not you are aware of this great truth, folks.

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OH LORDESS, DON’T EVER DO THAT, BDC.
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I was one month at 1802 Robin Hill, and it was on the night of June 4, 1983. I’ll bet Doogie Howser remembers, even though his great show was yet to be falling into humankind’s consciousness illusion of SPACE-TIME-MIND, in more ways than one, if a wee bit of NY ST humor is permitted me, uncle Heinz Gozzwald of great mighty purple Babylon of great prophets and visions, huh traveler Saint John, cut me a big ass brake, willya, Margie 1985 Leo, kammaan????????? Papas Island 1923 years ago, gimme a dam break there, mighty  (GAP) EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND CHARIOT RIDERS of the AAT CLUB, like fucking WOW!!!!

FOR LARGE FULL PAGE LIGHTNING CHART, GO TO: ONE OF MANY, IS ON: ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 029.

EXPRESSIONS AND SAYINGS; ALL MY ORIGINALS:

HOLY HOT HURL HICCUPS, TIME TO SAY UNCLE-NUFF.
SUNRAM AND DODGESLAM
SWEET GIANT JACOBSON
SPEAK OF THE LENNY-NICKVIL
HOT SHINGLE SHIT
HOLY MOTHER MARILOO BLUE
BLUCRANTRAN MCCOO TECK, THE OTHER FOOD, BMT
CRISIS LILA ISISCYLLA AND
PHONY BOLOGNA BATONY MARONI
BUNT-TAPPING, RUNT-SLAPPING, ROCK-CHUCKING,
FLOCK-DUCKING, STOCK TRUCKING,
ESS THE CESS-MESS
YES THE FLAME OF THE PESTS
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.

BLOGS OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, 2006-2014
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
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Save me SWEET JESUS, from these monsters of and from, 1980!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU LORD!

Yes it all began for me here, where Scylla sang our song for me, on June 4, 1980, and then 36 months later, boy did I wish I was never born, and still, Copyright Office 1984 examiners, JUST WHAT’S WRONG, and not with left or right stereo fuckiGN channels, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ladies and gentlemen, I may not always be a real good boy, and I will never be in this lifetime, a “REAL GOOD GIRL”, but whether or not I choose or wish for anything in particular, or not; a friend from 1999 let me know to my chagrin and total surprise, that I have something that I up until our talk on this one day in late summer or early autumn, and that something is now called by modern new age society people in general, “BAGGAGE”, with or without any TV shows from brain waster Jerry Springer. There is a dude with a powerful set of think-plugs, who for reasons only he fully understands and knows, maybe; decided to waste an entire lifetime on total GARBAGE, and this man has a near Einsteinian Intelligence Quotient, I have come to learn by sources absolutely reliable. Her name was Helen, and when she told me this, I probably was in utter shock, and it was not until days later that I thought it through, and realized that this lady was no dummy either, although, as with the case of Mister Springer, they live in garbage, and that is just my entitled Mizz Daniels-1980 opinion, but it is my opinion. What is this baggage, you ask me, maybe? Fine, I have no secrets from this god dam fuckiGN world, folks. It is Sarah Krassle. SHE IS MY BAGGAGE, and she is very very very non-Ingrid-1983 heavy, old educator Richard Marcucci from 1969!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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?

 

AMP-ESS, I MUST BE THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON ALIVE

AFTER MORIANITY PROJECT SAFE JOURNAL

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WOULD YOU BELIEVE THAT ON CHRISTMAS MOTHER FUCKING MORNING, MY MILITUFORCE ENEMIES STRUCK ME AT AROUND HALF PAST SEVEN SO WITH ANOTHER TELEPHONE ILLEGAL LOUD SQUAL, IN TOTAL BLATANT VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL LIBERTIES AND RIGHTS AS A LEGAL UNITED STATES FEREE CITIZEN, LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH???????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT SEEMS TO BE EVERY DAY NOW, ALONG WITH THREE FIRE ALARMS PER DAY OUT OF NOWHERE, BEGINNING A FEW DAYS BACK OUT OF THE BLUE AFTER A NICE WEEK OR MORE WITHOUT THAT SHIT. Now I know my lovely wonderful Attorney General doesn’t care, or else has no power to stop me from having my rights violated, it can only be, to quote the great mighty JUDGE JUDY, ”door-A or door-B”.

As for why this endless death persecution siege is upon me since early into adulthood, a child who watches the educational television channels, and knows a little bit about my life back in th eday, can figure it out without getting all weird and super complicated with such things as the ESS and parallel event and roulette and on and on. These MIBS go around threatening people who won’t shut fucking up about their UFO sightings, and here I am in direct contact, according to the ANCIENT ASTRONAUT THEORISTS, with these gods all this time, and when it began, so did the persecution, or just a tad bit later!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a rotten fucking world and country. Instead of taking pity on me, as if I started all of this fucking shit, no, they come against me and worsen an already bad fucking hellish life, or better said, THEY TOTALLY FUCKING DESTROYED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No shame, no conscience, no nothing, if I can make the great quotation from my 1983 copyrighted project. Yes I was scared that day in May, while her favorite game she’s play. But did anyone give a fuck or help me? No, they wiped me fucking out and destroyed me. So if something ever happens to any one of you out fuckiGN here, similar in any way, remote as you think the chances may be of this, or to a loved one of yours; then the gods take mother fuckiGN pity on you, as my life stands if nothing else, as a reflection to show all and anyone of you, just what will happen to you and or that loved one, and you will be absolutely totally fucking powerless to stop it, and yes, IPYT, BIG TIME!

OBVIOUSLY, THEIR EVIL STOCK FUCKING CUNT LAPPING MARKET IS MAKING ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS OVER 18,000, AS THE LOUD PLANES AND SUPER CHEMTRAIL ASSAULT OVER THE SKIES OF FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, ARE VERY MAJOR. THIS IS A DOOZIE FUCKING WHOPPER ATTACK, BIG MACK PEPPERWINKLE BEARHUGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not obviously, definitely, positively, absolutely, etcetera, etcetera!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THANKS A LOT, WONDERFUL FLORIDA AG!

 

AS CUZZ TRUMP WOULD SAY, “LIKE I GIVE A SHIT”. Yes ma;am, I hear you, Mizz Bondi!!!!!!!!!!!! And Merry Hollister Burrsecrets Christmas to you too, in or out of all Jay-Lo diners and others down the road to the west!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why won’t you ever fucking contact me, Prosecutor Wirtz????????????????? What pigs you all are. And people DARE to fucking ask me, “Mark, why don’t you ever fucking vote”? I think an appropriate response would be, “Read my friggin’ ass blogs, YO YO YO Sarah Santa Callio Clause!

Luckily for freaking me, things are not a lot worse because finding out this incredible shit over the past ten days and slowly piecing it all together would normally cause me a lot more than nightmares of owing 42 grand and store employees crashing into and wrecking my vehicle, and shit here at home with noisy nabes. I actually have got off lucky, as this has placed me light frikkin’ years ahead in my struggles to deal with TAWF-MILI-2-FORCE or also known as, HALLS INTERGALACTIC GARY-FAWCES, ”whatever”, Congressman, before you were the Congressman, back in my kick-ass year of 1975; in where else but the great beaches of what is now HILTON BEACH OF ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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UH-OH, looks like my viewers are going back pedal on me again a bit recently. I doubt it is because I pissed off PPPPPPPPPPPPPPP, as I don’t think he has that much control over my global audience, sparse and tether light as it might be, and don’t think I ain’t grateful for what I do have, as I am not a greedy man, but my mama didn’t raise a dam fool, either. If it does not grow, and pick up in the fifteen year, I am all done, and this leads to me’ ol’ question for Cal Smith and Katrina Le.

Shortly, I plan to have the new employee of the local STAPLES STORE over here, so the Crime Watching Spies down in my lobby reading this, on their fucking cell phone computers and tabs, can know this in advance; as they will learn of it when it happens, aniwho. I am planning on telling my new guru that I need help in networking and getting a major story out to this world. My already nearly seventy thousand views at least puts a real and plausible blog in front of them, not a little four year old’s toy. Still, nothing like what I want or need to have happen, and this is what I am asking you two about, although I doubt you will have time to read my words here, and then e-mail me back, but I can hope, and then if you don’t, then it is off to plan B and going over to Staples in November. I WILL DO WHAT I NEED TO DO, ONE WAY OR THE OTHER, WITH OR WITHOUT ANY ASSISTANCE FROM ANY SWIFFER MOPS OR ANY RIAA SONGS FROM THE EIGHTIES!!!!

There are a large group of folks who don’t have a clue that my blogs (Morianity and Mountainpen) so much as exist. I am like a star in a galaxy. I may shine bright and be potentially extremely powerful, but I am still one star in a galaxy. Only those who have become knowledgeable on how to successfully network themselves online in this new age ridiculous world, ever get a real following, no matter how great or lousy their material may be, be it literary, musical, or whatever. If you are not known about, a count such as mine, is quite miraculous and nothing to sneeze over. Still, when we break down the specifics of it all, it is 50 or less people around this globe, most I either know, or are part of this wild family of 1970, but this leaves at best 5-10 unknown REAL READERS from the public forum, and this is wasting my time. The reason I persevere onward, is the hope for growth, and I have come to face the fact, that unless I can properly do what the internet word called NETWORKING THE SOCIAL MEDIA, despite having many powerful enemies, there are ways for folks to at least know I am here and then they can decide for themselves if Morianity is worth anything to the general population or not, and the buzz can then either spread to kill me completely, or spread to send me into, perhaps not stardom, but a count with one or two more zeros after the far right digit. Again, I am very appreciative for my count and fore those who go up and view this blog, this sometimes quite angry, mean, name calling, unpleasant blog, but you know what folks. It is a blog where a very hurt and persecuted old man, tells the story straight from the shoulder, and straight from my heart to your hearts. Those who don’t like my truths, like PPPPPPPPPPPP, call me and threaten to kick my ass, or ignore me, but the fact remains, I DO NOT LIE, nor am I deluded, as this story from my childhood to this present second, is all totally real and true, and I have no reason to sit here faking, hoaxing, making up a bunch of stupid crap, and involving many many powerful INNOCENT other people. The truth simply is, they are involved with my life or were, and they are far from innocent, on many many many many many freaking thinks, people!!!!

I WORKED IN THE ENTERTAINMENT BUSINESS, as a tape duplicator from 1979-1981 in Camden, New Jersey; and you cannot be in a place like RPL Sound Studio for nearly two years, without meeting people, and picking up a lot of powerful knowledge about the industry. It simply is impossible; especially for someone who by nature, is a very strong seeker,  and is never tuned out; not while in bed, or out of bed, or anywhere. I see, I know, I hear, I look, I listen, I feel; and I keep right on going every time the world tries to knock me on my pitiful little ass for doing just this, as many powerful Scott Ransom people get quite irate and up set and as he put it in 1988 in my car one day, ”disgruntled” with nobody-types like me, learning too many secrets, to wit I reply to them right now, “TOUGH FUCKING ASS NAVY BEANS, YO”!!!!!!!!!!!

So here is the story, and this is all true. As many of you know, I go into trances, and use my airship to do what I call bombing missions. I don’t want to be more specific other than I have been doing these since the middle late nineteen-nineties. One time so far, a real jackpot was hit. I am not an enemy of this nation, this nation seems to hate me for some reason, and I told Jim Burr in 1983, as you know from recent blog information, that SATAN in my opinion, figured out a mastermind brain storm way of getting the world against me, so that he then, could go off and finish carrying out bigger global agendas and not worry about persecuting the chosen Huntington or me, day and night. This would free him up so to speak, to go on with other bigger fried fish, leaving me still in a terrible circumstance, and in fact, worse than the fuckiGN stew pot that I was cooking in up to that time in May or so, in 1983, before my sudden mystery-illness struck me down, like a pathetic fuckiGN dog in the god dam street!!!!

So moving this along people; I was in a deep trance, and had just engaged our fleet of ships, owned and controlled by Sir Duma Argon, my eternal friend in the Purgatory, which is basically, the entire Astral Plane, except for two areas that are not the Purgatory, one being DOGTOWN, or what you would call as mortals, HELL, and the other being SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, or what you would call as mortals, HEAVEN!

DDDDON’T B SHY; WEED ON, PEEPS!!!!

So making a long story as short as humanly possible, Diana and I were on my airship, called, the RICKTOWN-1, a part of the DUMA ARGON FLEET PATROL, a privately run operation that basically is against and at eternal odds, with the powerful one third of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, an ASTRAL PLANE FORCE quite formidable to say the dam least, lads and lassies. I had just bombed out the entire BRIGGBASE and thought I had targeted a huge group of enemy bogey airships of theirs, only, somehow they engineered a real wow-plan against me, and I physically died back here in body. I awoke to a severe heart attack at around 5:15 this morning, and a fire alarm sounding. When Engine 15 got here, they went to the apartment next to James across from my unit and down one to the very end unit of the west wind on this floor number six. They told me that smoke was all in there, and they did not know why or how or anything. Then I realized I was in Astral Body, asking them this, as when I shut my door and walked back to my bed, there was my physical body laying there dead from a massive heart attack. Then a lovely bluish white circle appeared at my window and I walked out beyond my window and saw the firetruck below me about 70 feet or so, saying “ENGINE 15” on top of it. I was in Sahasra Dal Kanwal in a couple of seconds after this, where Almighty Sarah Krassle told me she loves me so much, and is tired of seeing my blogs filled with stuff like IWALU, and not obeying her, this is between us, and nobody else, so the details will be omitted to what she and I were talking about. The next thing I knew I remember saying I will obey and can I come to your sweet 16 party, and as some know, no boy can ever go to this special ALL-GIRLS-PARTY. She laughed and reminded me of this, and said I have to go home now, and gave a shove while giggling at me. Then I awoke and all of my chest pains were as though I never had them at all. I could hear yelling and pounding out in the hall, and it was Engine 15 guys trying to get into that apartment next door to James’ place. When they finally left the apartment after opening the door themselves, as the police and fire have a master key to all public housing anywhere, not just here, it is the law I believe, don’t quote me. Still, I have a lot of information because I know a hell of a lot of powerful people, whether or not they will publicly ever admit shit to any of you or not, truth is truth! I opened my door a second time by my reference frame, but really it was the only time, physically; and asked the firemen what was what, and they said we don’t know where the smoke came from, it was just all in that unit all of a sudden and set off the alarm. Later on before all was said and done, I was back in a lighter trance with Diana, and I asked her what happened, as I thought for a second, I had been bombing and then fell out of trance and into a dead sleep. She told me I was in a dead sleep, without the sleep. That I had died, and that I better be careful of these Lambriggers that I am fighting with my pal Duma Argon. The Philadelphia local news broadcasters know all about this, for anyone out there who is real interested. They got tongue tied after reading a blog back in the first couple of years of these blogs, and said Duma Argon, instead of Dukra Agron, during the event where the military base was attacked by some local nutcase, near Lakewood Lightning bus towns. Only David Roth and I appreciate that little pun, and he is not here any more, right John E. Davis and Lou Sauce, and all you Philly music industry crumbs, Lenny, Sigma garbage, and those twoo butt-wipes who think they’re god almighty. Give me a dam break, Mizz Leo, in or out of 1985, YO YO YO YO!!!! Now ever since this was all going down live in my fucking life, as this is merely a Billy Mummy Hershey Bar PIP or (paste-in-page); but yes, ever since this all was in real time as mortals see shit; THINGS HAVE BECOME WAY WAY MOTHER FUCKING WORSE FOR ME AND AROUND ME. THIS IS ALSO WHY THE PHONE SQUEAL PERSECUTION IS DONE TO ME, MIZZ FREAKING LOVELY BONDI! I JUST THOUGHT MAYBE YOU WERE INTERESTED INKNOWING THIS SIMPLE FACT, MA’AM. BUT I TOLD THE GREAT TEEN OF MY ETERNAL LIFE, IN MORTAL WORLD TIME OF OCTOBER 1994, ”HANIL” OR SPELLED OUT, I TOLD HER TO, ”HAVE A NICE LIFE”. She always does, all throughout all of eternity, while she watches me endlessly suffer, right Paula Uwich and Braxton slobs? Wow how do you mother fuckers sleep at night after all of this? I would not be able to sleep an hour a day if I had done a tenth of this monstrous fucking shit to a fellow human being. You all make Mister fucking Hitler look like a fucking Biblical Saint in Vatican fucking city, Italy, Marie Callio!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So out WOW me on all of this, if you can, MISTER FUCKING MACY!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!

Poor ENGINE-15 of Fort Pierce, Florida, the great Public Housing Authority is keeping you quite busy and on your toes. They are here now shutting off another fire alarm, they were here shortly after I posted my last blog around five or a little past this dark morning, and I cannot remember if they were here in-between. When I need to sleep, I sleep with professional ear plugs, and even though I may awaken to this, I fall quickly back to sleep with my head buried beneath pillows, and forget it completely. Still, we are fined, the building is anyway; every time they have to come out, unless a legitimate fire is accidentally started, following any official arson report made and filed with the police. In my three and a half years living here, only one fire happened, a small grease fire right below me on the first floor, and they had the water hoses going quite a while. My blogs make mention of this, and I was doing a blog at the time this was going down live. No pop ups, no VH1 time changes, no playing with hyper-dimensional realities, no nothing, misses Ness-1-2-3! Ain’t no stopping any of this baggage I would suppose, huh Diana? Diva’s, what I can say, we can’t live with them or without them, Jerry Springer and Mizz Zebriski! WO BILLY H!

Oh Goddess Scylla, without turning over any more rocks or barking and begging so you’ll sing some of our special songs to me all eternity long; those powerful awesome outlandish moons sure love to float about, up above the night scys of where that charter school should be, and appears to be there, by light of day, only don’t tell Roseann Delaney, we all know she will never ever be able to attend or even see that magical school. WOW, the cursed little bastard can laugh and find humor in nightmarish family fights and stair horrors! Thank the Almighty that I only had to suffer through this once, and did manage to GET OUT OF THAT ONE, Marx Brothers!

JUST AS I TOLD YOU LOVELY GINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JUST AS I TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-WHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

HAY, IF I AM LUCKY ENOUGH TO BE DYING, PLEASE JUST FUCKING LET ME DIE, PRESIDENT OBAMA, PLEASE. I WILL GLADLY THROW IN A BIG BEAR HUG, SO COME DOWN AGAIN TO FORT PIERCE IF YOU NEED ONE. T—A—N—K—S, AND THANK YOU MICROSOFT CORPORATION FOR TELLING ME THAT MINUS SIGNS HAVE BEEN REPLACED WITH YOUR LIGHTBULB PROMPT, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM WITH YOU, JUDGE JUDY, THIS ENTIRE COMPUTER WORLD AND INTERNET AND PHONES THAT DO EVERYTHING, IT IS REDICULOUS, ABSURD, AND TOTALLY FUCKIGN STUPID; and I have no intention of riding the great MILE HIGH Wildwood, New Jersey roller coaster, when it is finished in 2031, AHA MISTER MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!

So you insist on knowing what happened to me, you can’t let sleeping fucking dogs just lie around huh; fine. I’ll give it to you as straight shot as the gun allows me to!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT IS ALL ABOUT BAGGAGE; AND THESE ARE WHY WE ALL HAVE SO GOD DAM FUCKING MUCH BAGGAGE; THESE AND ONLY THESE, AND NOTHING FUCKING ELSE. I PROMISE YOU ALL!!!!

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Oh Jesus fucking Christ Almighty Goddess, Y ME???????????????????? YYYYYYYYYYYY JIMMY YYYYYYY, YYYYYYYY did you tell me these copyrighted 1984 things???????? You know way too much, like distant CUZZ Trumpie off my Alice Gallagher family line, and peeps that know too fucking much are sometimes removed from the fuckiGN ass equation, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Yes there really is a Sarah Callio, and there really is a Leticia Tilley, and there really is a 401 Virginia
Avenue Krassle Waterworks, and there really is a home that I was raped and molested in as a child, that was later sold to that same fucking rotten crooked waterworks; the ACMUA of New Jersey and ATLANTIC CITY, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! Only nobody cares one fuckiGN bit what has happened to me, it is all for the family, and my DNA, and screw me, and hip hip hurray for all of them. WOW, what a fuckiGN bum trip buzz kill this shit all fucking is, Mister Dick Wolf!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH LOUISE HENDERSHODT, WHERE ARE YOU? DO YOU REMEMBER 1967 AND 1968 WHEN I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE MAGIC OF THE GREAT:

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Why won’t the god dam police help protect me, RON WIRTZ SENIOR, of Pemberton, New Jersey or was that Tabernacle, New Jersey?

OH THE GREAT AND POWERFUL RED (X), WOW, MISTER FUCKING MACY, AND COUSINS!!!!!!!!!!!

This entity who I now call Middie for MDE or MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON, has made me aware of so many things that no human alive could handle what I have come to learn and know as a result. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and W—O—W!!!!

There are no ONE WAY STREETS; merely streets where the law makes it legal to only drive in one direction. Thinking long and hard about this, puts many things in your own life, in an entirely new light; whether or not you are aware of this great truth, folks.

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I was one month at 1802 Robin Hill, and it was on the night of June 4, 1983. I’ll bet Doogie Howser remembers, even though his great show was yet to be falling into humankind’s consciousness illusion of SPACE-TIME-MIND, in more ways than one, if a wee bit of NY ST humor is permitted me, uncle Heinz Gozzwald of great mighty purple Babylon of great prophets and visions, huh traveler Saint John, cut me a big ass brake, willya, Margie 1985 Leo, kammaan????????? Papas Island 1923 years ago, gimme a dam break there, mighty  (GAP) EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND CHARIOT RIDERS of the AAT CLUB, like fucking WOW!!!!

FOR LARGE FULL PAGE LIGHTNING CHART, GO TO: ONE OF MANY, IS ON: ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 029.

EXPRESSIONS AND SAYINGS; ALL MY ORIGINALS:

HOLY HOT HURL HICCUPS, TIME TO SAY UNCLE-NUFF.
SUNRAM AND DODGESLAM
SWEET GIANT JACOBSON
SPEAK OF THE LENNY-NICKVIL
HOT SHINGLE SHIT
HOLY MOTHER MARILOO BLUE
BLUCRANTRAN MCCOO TECK, THE OTHER FOOD, BMT
CRISIS LILA ISISCYLLA AND
PHONY BOLOGNA BATONY MARONI
BUNT-TAPPING, RUNT-SLAPPING, ROCK-CHUCKING,
FLOCK-DUCKING, STOCK TRUCKING,
ESS THE CESS-MESS
YES THE FLAME OF THE PESTS
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.

BLOGS OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, 2006-2014
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
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Save me SWEET JESUS, from these monsters of and from, 1980!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU LORD!

Yes it all began for me here, where Scylla sang our song for me, on June 4, 1980, and then 36 months later, boy did I wish I was never born, and still, Copyright Office 1984 examiners, JUST WHAT’S WRONG, and not with left or right stereo fuckiGN channels, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ladies and gentlemen, I may not always be a real good boy, and I will never be in this lifetime, a “REAL GOOD GIRL”, but whether or not I choose or wish for anything in particular, or not; a friend from 1999 let me know to my chagrin and total surprise, that I have something that I up until our talk on this one day in late summer or early autumn, and that something is now called by modern new age society people in general, “BAGGAGE”, with or without any TV shows from brain waster Jerry Springer. There is a dude with a powerful set of think-plugs, who for reasons only he fully understands and knows, maybe; decided to waste an entire lifetime on total GARBAGE, and this man has a near Einsteinian Intelligence Quotient, I have come to learn by sources absolutely reliable. Her name was Helen, and when she told me this, I probably was in utter shock, and it was not until days later that I thought it through, and realized that this lady was no dummy either, although, as with the case of Mister Springer, they live in garbage, and that is just my entitled Mizz Daniels-1980 opinion, but it is my opinion. What is this baggage, you ask me, maybe? Fine, I have no secrets from this god dam fuckiGN world, folks. It is Sarah Krassle. SHE IS MY BAGGAGE, and she is very very very non-Ingrid-1983 heavy, old educator Richard Marcucci from 1969!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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80 DEGREES, FEELING 84.

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AT 6:45, ON X-MAS EVE, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Santa Claus may have a tooth ache or just says the word differently since it now has a nasty meaning in the hoods of America. In any event, when I was asleep around seven or eight this cunt chewing fuckiGN persecuted morning, the telephone harassment with the noise through my line waking me up, happened, YET AGAIN, MIZZ BONDI, FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL, MA’AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like anyone gives a shit, huh CUZZ????????????????????????????

Yes, America has no business telling other nations what to do at all, not when we are the true total fucking cunt KINGS of illegal covert actions and persecution of INNOCENT FUCKING CITIZENS FOR 30 YEARS, NAMELY MOPTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ ME. MERRY FUCKED UP CHRIST IS A MESS CHRISTMAS TO ME, YO!

Fire alarms are back on me with a passion!!!

Thanks for all the help, Mizz Blondie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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DECEMBER 24, 2014,
WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AT 1:16,MISERABLE JANE F.
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 83 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE TODAY, (H-83/L-72),
HUMIDITY IS 63%, FEELING 87 DEGREES.
WINDS ARE BLOWING  SSW AT 12, GUSTING TO 18.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

MY PERSECUTION IS TOTALLY RELENTLESS, AND CONTINUOUS. FIRE ALARMS GO OFF TWICE A DAY AT ALL HOURS. EVERYTHING AROUND ME IS HELL. BILL COLLECTORS ARE OFF THE WALL. I CANNOT ACCOMPLISH EVEN THE SMALLEST TASKS. THIS WILL NOT EVER END UNLESS THE CUNT CHEWING MOTHER FUCKING STOCK EVIL MARKET STOPS MAKING DAILY ENDLESS ALL TIME CUNT EATING RECORD HIGHS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I PREDICTED THIS NIGHTMARE HELL. MY NERVE CONDITION IS STILL BAD, JUST MANAGABLE. I GOT BAD MEDICAL NEWS FROM THE MEDICAL LABS, AND PLAN ON GETTING MY FUCKING CUNT AFFAIRS INTO ORDER SO I CAN DIE THIS COMING YEAR, AS FORETOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AFTER MORIANITY PROJECT SAFE JOURNAL

CHAPTER NAME—-

‘I TRULY HOPE I AM DYING’

THE FUCKING CUNT PPROBLEM IS LADS AND LASSIES, THAT I PROBABLY WON’T BE THAT LUCKY. EVER SINCE AGE 25 OR SO, I HAVE HAD BLOOD IN MY SHIT, AND THE DOCTOR AND LABS ARE CONCERNED AND ARE FORCING ME TO DO THAT TEST I WAS PUTTING OFF. I KNOW THAT SATAN NEVER ALLOWED THE MEDICAL COMMUN ITY TO HAVE ANYTHING EVER SHOW UP ON TESTS, AND WOULD NOT, UNTIL I TURNED AGE 60. PEOPLE IN SPECIAL EDUCATION CIRCLES, RARELY IF EVER LIVE PAST AGE 60, SO I KNEW SATAN WOULD THEN ALLOW THE MOTHER FUCKING MEDICAL COMMUNITY TO GET A POSITIVE RESULT ON ALL SORTS OF SHIT THAT I HAVE MANAGED TO FUCKIGN CUNT LIVE WITH FOR 35 MOTHER FUCKING YEARS. NOW THEY WILL JUST MAKE ME WORSE DOING ALL THESE TESTS AND GIVING ME ALL SORTS OF THEIR POISON MEDICINES. IF I REFUSE, PRESIDENT OBAMA WILL FORCE ME TO PAY 100 DOLLARS YEARLY OR MAYBE MORE, IN PENALTIES, YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS IN THIS EVIL FUCKING LAND FROM HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I AM TOO CUNT CHEWING FUCKIGN ORNARY TO CROAK, AT LEAST YET. BUT HAY, I CAN THINK POSITIVELY, MAYBE IN SIX MONTHS, I WILL BE DEAD AND BURIED. NOW THAT WILL INDEED BE SOMETHING FOR ME TO LOOK HOPEFULLY FORWARD TO. W—O—W MACY-MACKEY-STACEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I DON’T TRUST ANYBODY, AND NOBODY IS ANY MOHER FUCKING GOOD AT ALL, N—-O—-N—-E!!!!!!!!

All these pussy chewing years they laugh at me when I say I get hacked or hacking this and hacking that, until the rest of the world catches up to my story, one way or the other, with or without Swiffer jets and mops. And it is not like things don’t all somehow dot up either. Many Cubed Cuban things I have cleverly foretold, and yet, am ignored.

Now when I say I am dying and that I hope I am dying, people, you have to understand, I know for certain that there is no such thing as life, so how can there be any such thing as death? You cannot attend your own funeral. No one can see themselves peacefully resting away forever. You only can ever perceive th emother fuckign beautiful illusion that all the rest of us will get to someday close our eyes and sleep forever. If E=MC SQ, then the inverse of that equation, or, M=E/C SQ is also true. This energy realm is where existence just IS, or (E). MIND divides this by the speed of light squared, this is the function of mind so that it can then become BRAIN inside of individual beings and entities on a physical plane, or this material universe and world. Nothing stops at death anymore than it ever began at birth. It is so pathetic how you all are so blind and unable to see such basic shit, and YOU TOO, CUZZ LAUDERDALE from 1994, you mother fuckiGN asshole!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HEEDA-WEDA 4UANALL UDA FOLKS:

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Now this is not the next day, nor is it June 26, 2007, around 22 minutes past noon. But it is important to read and try and get this urgent little message, there is no bullshit going on, and I have no time whatsoever, to sit here pumping out any!

These paste-ins will be followed by a powerful message. I would not miss it if I were you, feel free to skip over the familiar texts, good peeps.  ‘BUT’, whatever you do, SARAH KRASSLE; knows every single thing atom by atom in all five dimensions; and wants me to tell you this powerful thing, so please read it after the paste-in stuff, good folks, and thank you so very much.

The ESS is powerful and something connected to all of it had to be covered up. One of these travelers had obviously somehow managed to bring back to 1970 physically, what now in 2014 and from the past few years, is called, a ”TABLET”. Only this tablet was very advanced, containing the PEEF, or the PEE FEATURE. I remember to this very minute in future time, folks, the word on the side of this thing that I used to just call the Wildwood Press paper placed inside of some weird thin box containment. By tapping certain keys, you became a part of this networking cloud system and actually were mentally transported into it, and all anyone needs to do is archive and read my old blogs from 2006-2009, long before there were tablets. These things whether any of you accept this or not, ARE MY PROOFS to my claims and my MORIANTIY STORY AS WELL, IN FULL. As the “L&O” folks say it so dam well, “You just can’t make stuff like this up”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HA-HA-HA, JANE WHORECRAP, YOU MISSED ME!!!

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I want this on the record; old friend from 1972, in Dan Mackey’s class, at Cooley Hall at school, Bob McDowell;  and all other authorities out here, who need to do their job to protect and ensure my civil freaking rights, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 [ 1 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
For the record.
PAu000662409
1984

 [ 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
 

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Now this was all right after I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah sure, That’s not his problem, Misses Mohr. Don’t go nuts on me Scowling Trump; just sink your big ugly black tub with you on board, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why will I go into a slow endless eternal coma sub death for a million years, without the magical 4-ML-GRAM daily ativan dosage, ever since AD-1983? YYYYYYYYYYYYYYY JIMMY, © 1984 YYYYYYYYYY? Got an almighty all knowing answer for this one, Santa Claus and Patricia Hollister, on or off of Halloween Day, and Merry’s punishment? 

Why would a doctor call a persons’ mother, who is fully grown, as I was, 29 years old at the time of this in the spring of 1984?; with or without any pizza company anniversaries. I remember all of this as clearly as if it were going down around me live this very freaking butt wiping moment, great folks, YO YO YO YO!!!!

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

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

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

Advisory Colors Key

Winter Storm Watch

Flood Warning

Non-Precipitation Advisory

Flood Statement

Now this is not the next day, nor is it June 26, 2007, around 22 minutes past noon. But it is important to read and try and get this urgent little message, there is no bullshit going on, and I have no time whatsoever, to sit here pumping out any!

These paste-ins will be followed by a powerful message. I would not miss it if I were you, feel free to skip over the familiar texts, good peeps.  ‘BUT’, whatever you do, SARAH KRASSLE; knows every single thing atom by atom in all five dimensions; and wants me to tell you this powerful thing, so please read it after the paste-in stuff, good folks, and thank you so very much.

The ESS is powerful and something connected to all of it had to be covered up. One of these travelers had obviously somehow managed to bring back to 1970 physically, what now in 2014 and from the past few years, is called, a ”TABLET”. Only this tablet was very advanced, containing the PEEF, or the PEE FEATURE. I remember to this very minute in future time, folks, the word on the side of this thing that I used to just call the Wildwood Press paper placed inside of some weird thin box containment. By tapping certain keys, you became a part of this networking cloud system and actually were mentally transported into it, and all anyone needs to do is archive and read my old blogs from 2006-2009, long before there were tablets. These things whether any of you accept this or not, ARE MY PROOFS to my claims and my MORIANTIY STORY AS WELL, IN FULL. As the “L&O” folks say it so dam well, “You just can’t make stuff like this up”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HA-HA-HA, JANE WHORECRAP, YOU MISSED ME!!!

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555555555555555555555555555555555
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555555555555555555555555555555555
555555555555555555555555555555555 

I want this on the record; old friend from 1972, in Dan Mackey’s class, at Cooley Hall at school, Bob McDowell;  and all other authorities out here, who need to do their job to protect and ensure my civil freaking rights, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 [ 1 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
For the record.
PAu000662409
1984

 [ 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
 

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Now this was all right after I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. Yeah sure, That’s not his problem, Misses Mohr. Don’t go nuts on me Scowling Trump; just sink your big ugly black tub with you on board, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why will I go into a slow endless eternal coma sub death for a million years, without the magical 4-ML-GRAM daily ativan dosage, ever since AD-1983? YYYYYYYYYYYYYYY JIMMY, © 1984 YYYYYYYYYY? Got an almighty all knowing answer for this one, Santa Claus and Patricia Hollister, on or off of Halloween Day, and Merry’s punishment? 

Why would a doctor call a persons’ mother, who is fully grown, as I was, 29 years old at the time of this in the spring of 1984?; with or without any pizza company anniversaries. I remember all of this as clearly as if it were going down around me live this very freaking butt wiping moment, great folks, YO YO YO YO!!!!

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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.      555555555555555555555

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ALONG WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APP, WEEEE!

Now for the story about the great television show of the sixties, STAR TREK.

BEEN THERE/DONE THAT, NO NEED TO FUCKING REHASH THIS OLD BULLSHIT JAMES T. BURRKIRK. YEAH, SOMETHING IN MY FAMILY HUH? HE EVEN TOLD ME IT IS BOTH SIDES OF IT, AND YOU KNOW WHAT, THIS MAN WAS A MAJOR LYING ASSHOLE, BUT HE ALSO COULD BE RIGHT THERE ON THE FUCKING MONEY WHEN HE DAM ASS NEEDED TO BE, AND IN THE CASE OF ME AND MY DAM ASS FAMILY, WOW, 100% OTM, ON, NOT OTHER, YOU CRAPPY SLAPPY CAPPY SWINE PIGS$$$$!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

OH MOTHER FUCKING SHEEEEEEEIT!

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Very few know too much history of how this great show all began, and many newer Trekkers, know even less. This show and those behind it, or the T3E inside of those behind it, were not doing any old fiction. First off, if Lucile Ball had not become involved, it would have never been a great space show, just another of so many westerns, back in the day. Many thought of Lucille as a ditsy redhead. She was a highly intelligent woman, talented, gorgeous, and very highly gifted in the gray matter department. So how does all of this fit into the price of pork and beans and poison potassium cyanide pills, you may be wondering, YO, so let tell you quickly and without boring any ofya, OK KING JOHN PARKING LOTS? 

Nothing ever just happens. Nothing can ever be made up. All things connect. Remember those three things, and you’ll be ahead of any game, even if your position sucks, it would suck three times worse if you stayed ignorant to those major three facts, my peeps!!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH, MY LIGHTNING. LET YOUR WONDERFUL COSMIC CODES SHOW HOW YOU REVEALED TO ME, YOU ARE MIDDIE; AND WORKED WITH ME FOR SO LONG, AND PUT UP WITH ME; TEEN QUEEN GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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YEAH HE’S SAYING, “I LOVE YOU SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, ALMIGHTY TEEN-QUEEN”.

THERE ARE SOME REALLY COOL ENTITIES ON THIS PLANET, FOLKS!!!!!!!

Check out one of the coolest blogs on the entire internet good people, I promise you it is really great. Here is the link to it.

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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

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WELCOME TO MORIANITY. PLEASE HAVE A NICE DAY, AND ENJOY YOUR READING OF THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN.

MEET CRACKPOT MOUNTAINPEN NEBNOOSHOO, OH YEAH, RIGHT, here I am, so horrible and rotten, WEEEEE!!!
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OH YES, BY ALL MEANS, WATCH OUT FOR THAT HORRIBLE MARK WAYNE MOHR, WHAT A MONSTER. YEAH, THIS WHOLE THING WAS MY FAULT SINCE DAY ONE HUH, WELL, LIKE THE INMATES ALL SAY WHEN YOU ASK THEM IF ANY OF THEM ARE GUILTY OF THE CRIME THAT PUT THEM IN PRISON, “LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE”. So you can believe the liars, or you can believe me. My blogs of early May of 2013, show the lies.

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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YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983

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TRACK ALONG WITH: Only the opening title words are real.

  “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.  

A child knows that a lot of stuff can be learned by visiting my Youtube site, that will remain for now and a little while longer, but not endlessly. It will all come down when Morianity has completed, and I alone know that time, as well as all of the other parts of me that are not me directly. Click below, YO!!                          

http://www.youtube.com/paulaking2011/ No longer exists in this universe!
 
THIS WAS THE MASTER SHEET FOR MORIANITY PART FIVE:
                                          TIME MARCHETH ONWARD OF COURSE.

Jim Burr did have a tiny little clue; and said it over and over again, “It’s got something to do with your family”!!!!!!!! How did you know all of this, Jimmy 1984 © ?   

You cannot get into what I have termed and labeled, REALITY-3, unless you know a little bit about PARALLEL-EVENT. It would be like saying you are an expert on sandwiches, but never heard of either bread, or you never heard of cold cuts, but you have heard of one of them, taking your pick. If ever there was death and taxes, birth and death, and along these lines of rationale, this would be its epitome. For those that may not be aware of it all though it has been blogged and told, over and over again, for nearly seven and a half years now, in my blogging career; I did not invent the idea and concept of this. I merely picked these two words to string together, and even the mighty STAR TREK NEXT GENERATION TV SHOW, used a similar phrase on one of its episodes, describing the very same thing, “correlation of events”, as they did with the words, “Lack of dimension” in another great episode, and being the very same thing that I have discussed so often it makes even me get dizzy, and that would be zero-dimension. No one ever really invents these concepts. If they did, no one alive now could track it back half accurately, and it is as old as the hills and the stars, of the Ocean’s Sodom, of very distant Cuzz Trump.

But this is just the start of things, as REALITY-THREE is the powerful idea concept that a force is what is truly behind WHY parallel event of various items, all works exactly the way that it does.  BUT WE HAVE ALREADY TREKED DOWN THIS ROAD, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH GREAT M-D-E CREATRESS ISIS? Well, hold onto your underwear, K-Mart Delaney, as many things will indeed begin to get told about this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now this force that I underlined and placed in a blue font, maybe should have been made into a pink font. In any case, I totally believe that some force in the ESS got into those characters they needed to use, and these were the REAL CREATORS OF THE MIGHTY STAR TREK TELEVISION SHOW back in 1966. To convince me otherwise, you would need to show me the error of my ways. Even my talented super daughter cannot pull this off. What I have no answer at all for, or any good one at least, is why she indirectly is trying to do so. In any case, that is that, Mister Esolph, sir.

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Mister Macy, may I please have your permission here, YO?

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We don’t need 1983-1985, do we Mizz Ross, or inverted dates of Sarah Karge’s birthday, sahwee, meant to say 1896, not 1986. That would be one hell of a teenager when printed up the correct way, Jeese Louise surfer Fonty, YO!

THE SEAPORT HOTEL PHOTO, WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

SHEEEIT, raining at Boston Harbor and North Florida, holy skunk sweat, Superman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  

 

April of 1965 or 4/65, is when Sarah got the Treymore 2 do whatever needed B done @ get mom and me 2 come over 2 her street, and 2 the Trinidad Motel. The error in my blog stated 4/64 if memory is serving me over the Ettos hack, the great RR, or Reagan’s Revenge, which I do not dare presently go into nor admit anything about, regarding a machine that I built in the mid-’80’s, and used, many times to the detriment of a major enemy, and mister pres-37, was one, as he started all this [Earthly persecution] on me, not that I am not in eternal Hell, long before and long after, this idiot ever came onto the scene. Back 2 the Lamists: The jerk off bully back on Tuesday the first of August, here at this very library branch where I now sit and peck away on little square keys, WAS A FREAKING LAMIST. So is Mayor Levy of AC, NJ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I paid federal taxes on musical royalties, and collected small royalties from 1998 when WVLT started airing SARAH, up until it slowed to a trickle of pocket change about 1 and 1/2 years ago, a helluva nice little run!!! I wrote Sarah, the song, on the 12th day of May of 1996, and my search and quest to locate my lovely teen queen super girl, was less than a year old. There is so much 2 tell all of U regarding this, and I’ll get 2 it all, but first, gotta admit that it is a bit weird that August 1, of 2006, ten years later to the day except for 24 hours, and I am physically threatened again. If this dude keeps messing with me, it’ll B his funeral, as I already have put 2 dudes in the big house for illegally ‘effing’ with me, over the years, huh 1983 (C).

posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 11:21 AM

This is what I would have said to my lovely awesome lightning goddess if she had twisted her way down to my town, only she didn’t:

”Thank you so much beautiful lovely Diana, for coming over to visit with me all day long. Your lightning is beyond hot and colorful and dazzling, and I would add in electrifying, but it would make me appear a bit dorky. Anything that I can ever do for you, just tell me, my endless lovely girl from mortally 1983, and immortally in eternity”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s a blistery 85 degrees right now in Fort Pierce, feeling like freaking 87 with a 63% humidity, ‘WO’ BILLY-H!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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?

 

AMPSJ, THE STOCK MARKET CROSSES OVER 18000 AS FORETOLD

MY STORY TELLS ITSELF, so suppress it all you fucking want to world. MY STORY TELLS ITSELF, so suppress it all you fucking want to world. MY STORY TELLS ITSELF, so suppress it all you fucking want to world. MY STORY TELLS ITSELF, so suppress it all you fucking want to world. MY STORY TELLS ITSELF, so suppress it all you fucking want to world. MY STORY TELLS ITSELF, so suppress it all you fucking want to world. MY STORY TELLS ITSELF, so suppress it all you fucking want to world. MY STORY TELLS ITSELF, so suppress it all you fucking want to world. MY STORY TELLS ITSELF, so suppress it all you fucking want to world. MY STORY TELLS ITSELF, so suppress it all you fucking want to world. MY STORY TELLS ITSELF, so suppress it all you fucking want to world. MY STORY TELLS ITSELF, so suppress it all you fucking want to world.

If anyone on Planet Earth knows and has the fucking ability to verify my true story, ALL OF IT, it is the mother fucking UNITED STATES FREAKING COPYRIGHT OFFICE DOWN IN WASHINGTON, FREAKING, DISTRICT OF FREAKING COLUMBIA, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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AFTER MORIANITY PROJECT SAFE JOURNAL

CHAPTER NAME—-

‘THE STOCK MARKET CROSSES OVER 18000’

I give them glory when all they ever did to me for decades was make fuckiGN  fun of me here and there, and fucking cunt laugh?
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

You see, if anyone real is out here, somewhere in the world, ld, maybe in Mother Russia or the gods only know where, this is why no one is willing to help me. They know all about all of us, and have the goods on all of us, and if anyone steps out of fucking line in this evil empire-USA, BOOM, there simply put is just no way to mother fucking ever win, Misses Chiffon.

You see, tonight I put this together in a hearts knowledge, where before this, it was sort of there in me, but in an head-knowledge only kind of a way. Up-beat attitudes Twinbay, yeah right, you try it if you knew what I knew, no puns there.

The great and powerful StOZck Market. ”COME FORWARD””. Hear ye hear ye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BY DECEMBER, IT WILL BE 18,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 20,000, AND BY END OF 2015, IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. IT WILL CRACK OVER THE 18,000 LATER TODAY, THIS FRIDAY, BANK FUCKING ON IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

Hay, the majority of mother fucking people are never going in the true direction. If any of you think that the majority of people or power in the days of 30 AD, were on the side of Jesus, you are vastly in error. They freed a fucking murderer and sent him to be agonizingly tortured to death. Forget that this was all planned in this videogame simulation millions of years ago or more, I mean, just take the facts at face value, like most of you out here love to do anyway. People think the majority of people are gun owners, wrong again. I checked this out for myself.

Sir James Knowitall Burr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So just what really are powerful LOIS FOCA AGE-10 CONNECTIONS, you may be inquisitive about, or maybe like Cuzz Don, you don’t give a shit.  Folks, why in the name of hell would I have weird dreams about people I don’t know at all, such as the miscarriage of P at 1802 Robin Hill??????????????? Still just think I am haunted, to quote Muscleman-RPL-Studio-1980-guy???????????? The odds that this is all from pigging out on Kate’s pizza over and over, and nothing else, are quintillions to one against being so, IPYT peeps!

I have temporary nerve damage and cannot make my normal signature, and I have cunt chewing fucking bills to pay in a couple weeks. Also, this is a very fucking cunt painful problem. I believe it connects to my being cut off medication that I was on since 1983, and fully plan to engage the services of an injury attorney soon, and if I can’t get them to take my case; I will file myself against the AMA, I have fucking cunt rights in this cunt chewing evil land, and before you monster bastards kill me, I PLAN TO GO DOWN SWINGING REAL CUNT CHEWING FUCKIGN ASS HARD; AND IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Between all this hell, my apartment being robbed at least once and probably twice, since I know I had my most recent forms from the medicaid office and they vanished along with the copyright certificate. There’s no way this is all not totally connected with problems that go not only back to 1967 and the Shah of Iran and Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason, but thousands of years before this. I KNOW WHAT I KNOW, AND WOOOOOOOOOOLF TO YOU ALL! If you mother fuckers had to live through this nightmare hell without end, you would act and talk like you were stuck in a fucking endless cunt chewing time warp too. I Tahren-tee-it, George and Reika Gandhi. !!!!!!!! Oh you had better bet, Mister fucking Ward Cleaver sir, that this is why their DOW JONES flew up nearly a thousand fucking points yesterday, people. So don’t give me props, I know I’m a mother fucking prophet, and so do the McDonald Dancers of Southeastern Moorestown, NJ-USA!

Lovely Pam Bondi, They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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DECEMBER 23, 2014,
TUESDAY NIGHT AT 11:38,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 73 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE TODAY, (H-82/L-64),
HUMIDITY IS 90%, FEELING 77 DEGREES.

MY PERSECUTION IS TOTALLY RELENTLESS, AND CONTINUOUS. FIRE ALARMS GO OFF TWICE A DAY AT ALL HOURS. EVERYTHING AROUND ME IS HELL. BILL COLLECTORS ARE OFF THE WALL. I CANNOT ACCOMPLISH EVEN THE SMALLEST TASKS. THIS WILL NOT EVER END UNLESS THE CUNT CHEWING MOTHER FUCKING STOCK EVIL MARKET STOPS MAKING DAILY ENDLESS ALL TIME CUNT EATING RECORD HIGHS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I PREDICTED THIS NIGHTMARE HELL. MY NERVE CONDITION IS STILL BAD, JUST MANAGABLE. I GOT BAD MEDICAL NEWS FROM THE MEDICAL LABS, AND PLAN ON GETTING MY FUCKING CUNT AFFAIRS INTO ORDER SO I CAN DIE THIS COMING YEAR, AS FORETOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!

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

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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?