SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0424-B
LAST
BLOG WAS CHAPTER 0424-A, SUBTITLED AS:
“MY
PLEA TO THE FORT PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT”
BLOG
SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR ON THIS WORK IS:
“OBVIOUS
MOTIVE OF GETTING A FULL EVIL EMPIRE-34 VIA ICPE”
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS, AND ME
MORIANITY
PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY,
OF
THE DONNA JASON FORREST SUMMER HATE-AGE ON THE NET
ALSO
COPYRIGHT © 2006-2012 MWM/MWM/BOM/MF-2
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OF BLOG:
2012
has been the absolute worst year of my life, and yes, every single
mother fucking year has been worse than the one before it and this
has been an ongoing nightmare situation for me for an amount of years
that is indeterminate, as I simply have stopped counting, somewhere
along the way.
This
will be a tweety-bird blog, only one counterattack message will be on
heree for public scrutiny ttonight, besides a reminder that yes,
there is a FLYERS GAME, and the DOW JONES had an UP DAY today, so
they are obviously GUNNING FOR A MAJOR FULL EVIL EMPIRE-34. You know,
this was talked about all during my nearly 6 and a half years of
blogging, and before the maintenance man games expert, AKA,
PATTY-JANE, ever came into the picture, along with what followed that
with mass and energy, and other wild stuff from the world of the
Astral Plane invisibilities. Still, the beautiful building is located
at Popular Poplar-34, and 4+3 and 4X3 are the numbers of 7 and 12, as
in the DATES of 7/12 or 12/7. Nobody forgets 12/7, Pearl Harbor Day,
right super gorgeous Dreamboat Benson of 'L&O'? I know I will not
ever forget throwing the DELIVERANCE HEXIGRAM and then falling asleep
and having the great I-CHING perform its parlor trick magic with me
in 1996, when SARAH took me to Her street, 10-SC Avenue, and said to
me, “LET'S PLAY A GAME BOY, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”. I
needed no I-CHING wand throwing to hear the other two great
statements that were made by Her to me, in 1969, the inverted Harry
Callas 08/80 baseball Philly-57 years of WS Champions, again, see the
blog of September the 30th in 2008, if you can explain
this stuff, as Einstein Ed Lynch could not; I'm all freaking ears,
and I will not be carrying any Mace Cans, so I'll be quite safe to be
around, just start rapping to me folks. You will not find a more open
minded person, but you will not be able to, as Clarence Harris from
the Congressman's Office, also failed so miserably, and almost went
totally nuts as a result, and this in 1998, is total truth my peeps,
YO. Then there is another famous 10:30 PM, on the night of the 12th
of July back in 1970, or 7/12, 25 years and 10 months to the day
before I wrote the song for the great All mighty Goddess, LORDESS
(SARAH), ask any high ranking Catholic Church person, deacons,
elders, whatever. This night on a public transit bus, in-between
Atlantic City and Pleasantville in new Jersey, is a story that is
three Moby Dick and War and Peace books in length. Don't expect me to
even try and go here tonight or any time real soon, folks. Still, 34
or the numbers of 3 and 4 are so major that we could be 1,000 years
on this topic as well.
Yes
three and four is SEVEN (7), and three times four is TWELVE (12). The
days in the week and the months of the year, but this is not even the
peach shaving scratch off ice slivers from the Titanic sinking
iceberg from just over 100 years ago, 36,550 days ago today to the
minute now practically, and I'm still counting this one, every rotten
lousy stinking ass day. Of course an inverted full evil empire 34 is
43, and this was the birthday that my lovely Dawn King never quite
hit on April 24th back in eleven last year. She drank
herself to death and croaked like a bull frog on New Years Day. I
tried to tell her on the freeway that day, and as always, she took
everything that I ever said for the most part, wrong. Fred Hinger
would call this behavior. Biting the hand that feeds you, OUCH,
Roseann-69, careful Mark, it is getting dark outside. Wow, did I
inspire anyone recently, cool looking movie. I'll pass, thank you.
Yes folks, the Intentionally Created Parallel Event or ICPE nightmare
that my mother fucking WOMO and MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES have me in, and
have had me in for about 26 plus fucking cunt years now, is so
monstrous, that literally, you could take a room full of real live
vampires, make that a county full of them, and they really could not
have all put together, damaged my life, much more than these ICP)E
WOMO trash have done to me, WO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not
being Harry or callous about anything here, baseball and non-baseball
fans alike, YO; '''''BUT''''' I am gonna; say this folks: There are
many parallel universes, who am I to know if Julia White's second
calendar is not a bunch of skulls and crossed bones straight from the
poison bottles, in this one? “RUSS, RUSS, DONNA? Don't you ever get
tired of playing, you sick butt-wipe barriers? Yes, I used the
biblical story of JOB to powerfully illustrate lots of points, as
well as tell my life as fictionally as possible back in 1994, and
even with all of this, I hear the endlessly resounding words of the
Camden County Prosecutor, ringing loudly in my ears as I speak and
type these words. “I don't know what's truly going on around you,
Mark, not even with THE PERMISSION BARRIER”. Ron Wirtz was
referring to my recently copyrighted book, and this conversation took
place early in 1995, over the telephone, from the great illustrious
HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS, of WILLIAMSTOWN, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG. If I
still had my many thousands of cassette tapes of my LIFE-JOURNAL,
that I fully know was at least instrumental if not totally the item
that gave the world their idea for 'LIVE JOURNAL' and blogging on the
internet; but if was back in New Jersey with all of my stuff, knowing
what I know now about getting stories out using the internet and
their social networking websites such as YOUTUBE for one example, I
would be going to 'town', and end up before all was said and done,
going to 'universe'. I would NOT be doing this for the sake of
notoriety, but for the sake of PERSONAL JUSTICE. Maybe a lot of you
out here don't have strong convictions on this topic, some I know do,
and I know something else dudes and duddesses. The amount you have,
is going to always be based on exactly how much INJUSTICE that you
have personally been forced to suffer through Why would you care or
relate to the color of hiwashatinsel, or the future art in some
universes called fots, short for facial stickers, sort of a stick on
temporarily face decoration as in body art tats. I could gfo back to
1980 and talk about websites and J-Pegs, and the same thing would
result. It always is about being able to relate. Peeps would look at
me like they do here when I talk about LRDDT (Laser Retrace Distance
Delay Technology), or the resurrecting of the dead, same diff. We
can bring things done in recording studios and movie sets back today,
using lasers, you have them in your house the digital media, the DVD,
the CD, now as Wal-Mart suddenly sees and perceives, the more
upgraded truth, just give me the combination or the digital code,
still this is two dimensional. This does not bring the actual event
back with life infused into it. But in 300 years, we can actually
scan into reverse time when a now dead person was alive and walking
around, and click, a digital copy is made, and then they are brought
through this field, and alagazam, there they are, and no worse the
ware for the trip or the job. Jesus, this is real, ask HIM.
Well
folks, I will tell a lot more very soon, as this enemy is not going
to ever stop injuring me, so this is full out war. I have no time for
Disney Games or war cowards, or High School musicals or Shorty
MacInvondi, or any of you. You want the MAYAN thing to come true,
fine, it looks like the TD Ameritrade might just have to serve their
lemonade to us in floating umbrellas, while we sip away in zero
gravity, dying in a millisecond or so, with or without Alex,
architects, giant girls, or furniture buildings in the mortal
Physical Plane back in spring of oh-M-1. In any event, may the sharks
keep biting, and the flies keep dropping. May the moon keep rising
and the tides keep ebbing. No matter how it all shakes up and plays
out, hyperspace is more real than all the biggest possible lawtronic
back breaking linear numbers can ever hope to generate, amount of
high schools that lay inside of them. Psalm 153 will be on my next
blog of SJ-CH-0425. I know, whoopdeedo? Screw you too Archie Bunker,
you Jersey hater and friend of my Uncle Heinz of Babylon, New York.
Wow, just look at you 2 guys, hay Aunt Geraldine Snow White, I am so
freggin' impressed, SHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HAAAA
HAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TRANSMISSION, YO.
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