SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0426
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2293
SBT-DATFILE:
051212.808
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS, AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT
CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG
SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“WORST
NEIGHBORGOOD AGTTACK WEEK SINCE COMING HERE”
©
2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY
©
2006-2012 MWM/MWM/MF-2/BOM
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VOLUNTARILY SWORN OATH TAKEN BY ME, ALL MY BLOGS
SWORN
UNDER CITIZENSHIP OF USA, AND ALL MIGHTY SSJKK
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
Every
mother fucking cunt eating day this week has been super MONSTER
BOTBAR, all caused by continual all day and all night neighbor noise,
from these twisted, demented, uncouth, low life roach neighbors of
mine across the hall, and it is two apartments, directly across from
me and then the one opposite of the farthermost apartment, and closer
towards the center building and elevator area. These two ass wipes
know each other from before moving here, and this I making things
total hell. It is BING BANG BLOOM SLAM DING DONG CRASH HOLLER YELL
SCREAM and be as annoying as possible 24/7/365.2422, and this week it
is on a super roll, and ESPECIALLY, when nights alternate, so thus I
know it is another FLYERS FUCKING GAME NIGHT in the Stanley Cup
PLAYOFF fucking shit. I've suffered through this diseased fucking
bullshit now for twenty six mother fucking cock sucking years, and I
AM SO SICK AND TIRED OF IT, I COULD THROW SHOES, AND EVEN CRY AND
SCREAM A LITTLE BIT AND MAYBE HANG A 1986 CALENDAR UP ON MY WALL WITH
A BIG PICTURE OF THE LOVELY MANHATTAN SKYLINE. All anyone needs to
do is archive the six years of my blogs, and then common sense would
tell anyone, that NOBODY WOULD MAKE THIS UP, no reason exists to make
up a story like this, it is beyond any reason or e4xplanation, other
than being a total outlandish mother fucking truth and nightmare for
pathetic poor little me, the MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now
GAWKY GAUKAUK or maybe we should call her Batman's Cat Lady, TEE HEE
LILLY SHIPYARDS MUNSTER ANDREWS, all over again on the 15th
of April of surfboard carriers in OH-M-1, but yes sir/mahm; he told
me that the reason for this hellish attack from these sicko
additional Carrie-O non Callio of Dark Shadows from 41+ years back
into time, hell-neighbors, is PCN-954, I call it the Halloween or the
Guatemala number, and there are plenty of others, my father WAYNE
MOHR, who I had a monstrous exploratronic experience with the night
before last, (dreaming), and so on and so fucking ass forth. Now I
will tell you all a little bit about the great Philadelphia record
promoter, William Leonard McKinnon, AKA 'LENNY' back in 1980. This
was an associate of the Chief Recording Engineer, Mister Howard
Solomon, at the RPL Sound Recording Studios of Camden, NJUSAESMWG,
located at State Street and Pierce Avenues, SOB Hawking McCoy. They
talk about BIBLE CODE stuff, but never tell you the real way that
things connect, predict, and tell truths, and I am not limiting the
scope of these truths just top the great GAGA CAT and his
numerological genius methods and ops, folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Many peeps ask me why I appear to be stuck in some freakish time
loop. I have no answer for them because I am not the one initiating
any of this whether you all choose to believe me or not as that is
certainly out of my control and is a sixth dimensional issue. I can
merely tell and respond to these queries that indeed, some force is
acting on me and against me, and has been for an extremely long time,
it will not stop or go away, and I'll let some of you use your own
imaginations, as there is more than enough blogged evidence, much of
it still verifiable for you to check out for yourself, and then come
to your own wild conclusions instead of calling me time warp Charlie.
None of this is my fault. I have done bad stuff, and so ave all of
you, but none of you are suffering endlessly and worse than if you
had been convicted of a first degree murder in a maximum security
prison.
I
told the FBI in 1988, that LENNY was involved in things. I will admit
that Lenny and I had not met for another month or so when I had the
BG record pulled off radio rotation in the summer time of 1980, or
had my entertainment attorney, Mister Rosenberg from Philly-57 do it
I should say; but Howard did take the demo tunes done at Maxfield
Studio, and one night, made major improvements from the open reel
tape that I gave him. Suddenly, LENNY comes into the studio and tells
me he is a friend of Howard's, and wants to promote my dance songs,
“The Morning Light” and “Lost Love”. I did not like this
fellow on sight, he was real big and real scarey, and I out right did
not like this dude. He had a piece under his jacket and anyone not
blind or retarded could see it, he made sure of that in a not all
that subtle way. He wanted 700 dollars and told me he was going to
rerecord the material, with some vocalist by the name of Patty, who
he never was willing to give me any details on, even after it was
rerecorded and I heard this new version, and it was better than
anything on the music charts at the time, it was truly awesome. Disco
had died recently, and he had altered these tunes into the then
new-age middle road dance style of early eighties music, and the new
vocalist was really fantastic also, not that the old one was not. The
entire deal however was all so bizarre, that ten James Patterson's
could not write a fictional story all put together that would come
close to equaling this real story from 1980. It involved the state of
Delaware, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, and the gods only know what
others if any. When life went totally bonkers for me as the eighties
marched on in 1981 and 1982, it still took me until 1988 to go to the
FBI and tell some of the story, and they told me and I will quote the
Cherry Hill, New Jersey office, “We'll put this on the back
burner”. Hay if they did, maybe 24 years is sufficient time now, to
up things to a more front burner, what do you say guys? How about
you, Agent Steve Caruso of Austin, Texas. How do I know what your
exact role really was in all of this back in 2009, unless someone is
willing to really investigate this matter in full, and tell me the
dam truth? After all, it was YOUR HOME, that the KING family rented
and kidnapped me, after they left the Judge Raso home, both being in
Hammonton (Blueberryville), New Jersey, USAESMWG. Let us go back to
LENNY now for a while. He told me that he owned me. He said I could
never get away. He said that he knew stuff about me that I did not
know. Ouch, that one is a real hard puncher. He went on about the
Rastafarian's as though he knew about my roots on my dad's side of
the family way back then. WO. This is heating up for me all ready,
but this is still nothing at all, FBI. I told you all this, but let
me retell it, YO.
Robin
Gibb, a BG brother, a famous disco music group of the seventies as in
Saturday Night Fever, John Travolta, and on and on; this is not a
no-name story, huge powerful world recognized names are all involved,
and his girlfriend Marcy Levy, ripped off a song that was just
recorded at Maxfield Studio on Beidamin Avenue in Cherry Hill near
the old Garden State Racetrack on May 1st in that 1980
year, and was remastered by the best sound recording engineer, in my
opinion, our RPL Chief Engineer, Howard, and then I cannot prove it,
but I feel that Lenny did not just pop up out of the blue, but Howard
told him about the tunes, in fact I almost can swear to remembering
him eventually telling both me and my mother at a diner near his
Levittown, Pennsylvania home where we all met for a meal and some
discussions; and it seemed that every time my mom asked him a
question that got at all too specific or non general about Lenny, he
would start almost screaming at her, right in the diner, it was quite
embarrassing.
When
people have done something not totally cricket and a little bit
shady, not that I can prove this was the case so I'm not making any
direct accusations but am indeed throwing what I do know out here on
the public scrutiny system called the internet bloggers arena for one
name; and to move this along, there's no doubt in my mind, that
neither Lenny or Howard, were totally acting in rational ways,
especially once things all got going. Something was obviously not
right, but then, in the world of the music industry, or the RIAA,
things rarely are. My kid is one person who I know is, and also has
been for some time, fascinated with the story of 1980, and Lenny, and
a moron can see this fact, simply by viewing other evidence that
totally supports that conjecture. Still, that is apples and oranges
to the point I am now trying to convey. Here is what I have been told
went down back then, it was dirty, and was told to me by a lawyer
from New Jersey who had powerful shall I say Cecily Club connections
globally. If I had all my tapes, yes even in pre early 1983 Life
Journal days, and as the US Copyright Office knows quite well, I was
not always a perfect angel, and I did record over the telephone, but
I learned this from a wonderful teacher, the great illustrious and
awesome LENNY MCKINNON. Mister Mets, yes, are you in any partnership
with a Mister McKinnon, well I know Lenny McKinnon but we have no
partnership together, he runs his business his way and I run mine my
way, and so on and so forth, legal beeps all mixed in. OK, I'm not a
perfect angel. Maybe it runs in the family, who knows, oh great Pope?
Still, the powerful GAWNUM did a lot over the past four years now, to
reveal what really took place with Lenny, Howard, me, and other folks
that are like some desert horses we've all heard about, and will
remain as nameless and mysterious as the All Mighty Herself. What a
day to write a blog like this; calendrical symbolism is of course
what I am referring to here. Well let me get out of the rain and the
Paula stories of the future even though it was the past as well even
in 1980, and move back into this powerful in-between magical time of
summer 1980. You see how intricate this all is, MISTER
16161616161616161616?
Probably
close to 5,000 questions have bween asked, and re-updated as my match
list book endlessly grows with items corresponding to PCN's, and as I
speak, a nasty left side death angel attack is striking me YOUR
EMINENCE, and has just stopped as I typed in the word YOUIR EMINENCE,
WOW, but to go on now, and let me add this powerful advice to myself
before doing so, THESE BORED TO TEARS ASTRAL WORLD GODS, ARE
DISTRACTING FROM ENDLESSNESS, IN THE ONLY WAY THAT THEY CAN, USING
GAMES AND POWER STRUGGLES, AND GREAT CHALLENGES, AND CONTESTS, AS
THIS IS THE ONLY WAY THAT HAS ANY CHANCE OF PERMANENTLY DISTRACTING
FROM THE UNFATHOMABLE HELL OF NO BEGINNING AND NO ENDING; JUST
EXISTINGF IN A TIMELESS VOID. MORIANITY HAS THE ONLY TRUTH ON THIS
PLANET, AS THE REST OF ALL OF YOU, ARE LIVING INSIDE OF A GIGANTIC
CIRCUS TENT DOG AND PONY SHIOW, AS WHATEVER IT IS; IT IS ALL BASED ON
A HUGE DECPTION, MIRAGE TRICK, AND LIE. NO GREATER TRUTH THAN THUIS
EXISTS IN OR OUT OF VOID INFINITY, THIS HAS A NMAE, IT IS MORIANITY,
OR THE TRUTH OF DEATH. DEATH IS A FAKE, A PHONY, AND A HOAX, AND ALL
HUMANKIND'S GODS FEED ON THIS AS WE FEED ON A BANQUET FEAST OF GREAT
FOODS!!!!!!!
Now
here is what the GAWNUM has shown me over a four year period of using
it to get as the truths of 1980. This has been a long and painstaking
tedious process, but I quite a tenacious individual, sometimes even
to the point of cracking my head and leaving the wall totally in
tact. In a nutshell, or as David Roth used to crack me up with his
wild humor, in a Madonna-shell; I mean a stranger having your baby,
really Amy, but moving on David Roth; and I though my 1969 Central
Pier deal was wild; but yes; without further distractions, this nasty
little mess plays out or played out rather, as many dirty deals do in
the music circles or even Wall Street for that matter, anywhere where
gigantic sums of what else Kevin, $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$, is involved,
DUH!!!!Long Story Short (LSS), Lenny and Howard were paid a sum of
money by nameless folks, to sell them rights that I had signed with
Lenny the promoter, to my two dance tunes, and this is how the
Gibb/Levy peeps even were able to get their hands on my stuff, nobody
had it except the studios, myself, and the Library of Congress ©
Office at the time around June or July in 1980. So when I had the
record pulled, and they had paid out money to Lenny, well, you throw
the dice, the story is quite obvious to my wonderful daughter who was
only a ten year old child at the time, and I know now that the FBI
knew all this back in 1988. They also knew about a powerful strange
laptop type of machine that is part of things in the years to come,
but never would have been, if this past and this future did not
somehow collide in the 5th dimension. You see peeps, no
matter how hard I ever try and leave the spooky quantum foam stuff
out of all of my stories, it seeps back in one way or another, as if
it belonged there all along. You are trying to take your mind and
remove it from your brain, right Sidney Cohen Crown from late in 1969
sir? And then one day in early 1984, he pops up at the train station,
fifteen years later, and my mom and he come walking into the
apartment at 506 Robin Hill that early evening, the week before the
machine was tied together with Privecode and Magnesonic, and tied
into a string of satellites that have not been built yet because our
grandchildren who built them are still in high school today in
twenty-twelve. I hope my kid remembers all this someday, but
unfortunately, I know the power of TENNESSEE AVENUE ASND ROBERT
MCGUIRE, and all though I made a little humor on my YOUTUBE account,
I will indeed, have to deal with all of this, at another time, oh the
gods be gentle with my pathetic frail little
ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, another man from the same
social club, back then there was no Face-Book or Twitter or YouTube
or whatever else, clubs were in real places and real people met
there, in the case of my mom, the SPS was for single parents such as
herself, as my dad and his treasure and Florida and Mel Fisher, as
you most likely all know by now, are a story all of their own, right
Billy Joel, old island pal? You and me and contracts, wow do we have
some stories to share over a cold beer someday. And in the same era
in time, and you were not that far from my uncle Heinz's place over
at Peninsula Drive, Jesus Christ All Mighty. Yes the great SPS, or
the Single Parents Society, my mom not only met Sidney there, but she
also met a dam slew of other fine gents as well, did I really say
fine gents, let me cough and choke and die for a minute, I'll be
right back Duncan Highland Avenue McLeod, 22nd great granny on
mommy's side and all, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
So
LSS peeps, the full story is I was sold out, and it seems my kid knew
this, even at ten, at sixteen, and later at thirty-one. The odds of a
coincidence that glitters this powerfully, would allow me to stand at
Trump's Casino, any one of them, any table, and randomly place a bet
on one of the 38 roulette numbers, and win ten times freaking ass
straight. Let me go back in time and annoy the Castle so they can
know about TRUMP NUMBER and FRANK CALLIO NUMBER, I will play his
number now. I need to make 35 times my bet so I can come back up here
and buy me some food. Anyway, my medical leave ends next week, and I
will be back in the black, Jack, and then it is time to save and move
out of this roach coach.
Yes,
the total disappearance of Lenny, how did the gun runner dude on the
“LAW & ORDER” television show say it to Detective Ed Green,
present tense, fence walker Sky? Oh yeah, “BANG BANG”. That is
why Lenny vanished, and just think MI, without even any gambling
games or words pertaining to them, ever needed to pull the job. Now
do you have a little faith in the great kitty cat, whether he meows,
whispers, or calls out names with
numbers????????????????????????????????? Jeese Louise Surfer Fonty
shannon Car Kicker. And then came Wal-Mart, or was that runt Webster
of 29 years back. Well, in any case, my life has turned into the most
powerful horrible hell imaginable, and if I try and kill myself, they
just keep tracing me back, and the suffering goes on and on,
seemingly forever. I don't even have their way of escaping or
distracting, they won't let me do anything at all other than suffer
in hellfire, endlessly. Do I give up, did you say 001? Hell I would
make a deal with the devil himself and even be willing to eat his
dogfood for me, to get out of this one, STANLEY.
Only
a moron knows how to forget the word UNCLOE. Enough torment and
torture, and I will beg the devil himself to stop nicking and banging
me up 24-7-365.2422. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.
I
am very sad and disappointed in you Scylla. Why did you do all of
this to me. Why have you forsaken me? Tomorrow, if it does not
disturb your brooding too much, I will be over to see you. You wave
to me every morning and evening, whether you be storming or bringing
me dreams so pleasing, oh great All Mighty BEG, WOLF.
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TRANSMISSION.~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~`-`
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