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JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0481
KING
NEBNOOSHOO HUNTINGTONCURSED
YES
I AGREE, “WHAT A FAMILY”
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2295
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THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY-PROJECT
CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME
BLOG
SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“MANY
PEOPLE SAY FUCK THE WORLD, WOW DO I MEAN IT”
©
2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR/MWM/MF-2/BOM
VOLUNTARILY
TAKEN OATH, WITH FULL PENALTIES, TAKEN BY ME AND DOUBLING AS
SJ-CHY-0481
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
Today
and yesterday folks, has not been one of my better '48 hours' or
two-day-Earth rotation periods, or DAYS, resulting from WOMO ENEMY
death beams, and also neighborhood attacks of various forms. Things
could be worse, Lenny McKinnon and other career related folks, but
with all of my glittering hopes for a brighter future now totally
shattered away, I will say this much. At least I have made plans for
a quiet quick suicide shortly, and if it takes, then the world will
be finally be rid of fucking me, once and for all. B4I do this,
things will begin being told, all the way from the mighty Atlantic
City, New Jersey, as well as shady Washburn Washcloth Mayors, and
advice given to young ladies by me, upon several occasions; going all
the way to wondering if the 'big three', could be the 'big four', and
why this does not also explain my attachment to Bernie Super-dad DAG
Derakowski, the lousy janitor of both permission barriers, as well as
all other sociological barriers, and anyone not following the great
stuff on H2 or Science Channels, is missing out on some real power
stuff, that in time, I feel just might totally vindicate me and all
of my morianity, and make me force Jason Forrest and WFMU, to remove
my horns from the internet, and my tin foil hat as well. Kiss my 90%
white and 10% black ass, dude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Florida
has had a lot of kids killing parents recently, it makes me wonder,
is some huge thing about to go down??????????????????????? After-all,
I had 46 other states to choose from in the CUSA, in the middle of
December of 2009, misses Marola, who I do not think called me that
day, any longer. Help me Saint Augustine Austoria
Sigmund!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well Pope, you
are the one person on the planet who I know has super ass clout, and
knows this blog is not phony, and could indeed alter the course of
Planet earth overnight, if you ever released to the world, what you
found out some time back, and say hello to Harry-O for me in your
next 'prayer sessions', please, your M. Where have YOU gone Nina, YO,
where has Pops gone, cursing Pinky? That road called 95 frightens the
hell out of me, and for good reason. It is more than a drug pipeline,
it is THEE ''''''PIPE'''''' line, Mister Jane. WOW.
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
AND
DID I HAPPEN TO MENTION, L4, AND ALL OTHER M, L, & I,
EXPLORATRONS?????????????????
The
second I turn on the computer, on goes the sound next door, this has
not happened in weeks, as my neighbor has been away for weeks, but as
soon as he comes back, not in 3 days, not in 1 day, but immediately
folks, there it starts. I must be so mother fucking important to this
cock sucking world. All day, in and out doors, not real loud slams,
but doors, doors, and doors. All I need is Black Sabbath, the
Grateful Dead, and MAMA AND PAPA, huh? Well Bruce Walter, that
evening in 07041966 where you chased me into a window, I guess that
all of that just needed to happen too.
All
night long last night, my younger daughter was with me, PEE. We were
at a home someplace, and in a parallel universe like nothing I ever
experienced. We were living high on a mountain top inside a huge
mansion, and the entire Washcloth Family or THAT FAMILY or TAWF was
all there. I shared a room with my daughter PEE, and she was always
busy studying lots of very thick books. There were no computers in
that world of reality. When I mentioned them, peeps thought I was
totally a tin foil hat job, so I quickly just kept my mouth shut. Pee
did tell me a few wild tings, but B4 she did, she was moving 500
pound objects around as if they weighed 20 pounds. She is so powerful
and a real beyond awesome beautiful giant, in all realities or so it
seems. She had invented something, but remember she invented things
in other parallel universes that relate to the computer industry, and
since no computers existed there, this invention had to do with
directing and channeling sub atomic particles into what is known as a
STMCC, or Space-Time Mind Controlled Configuration. Basically and
totally in a nut shell, a STMCC system, allows anyone to attach to
it, any kind of electronic system that turns the voice into
electrical energy, be it a radio or a telephone, or a tape recorder,
or what have you, and when it reaches the ordinate B-side after
'crossing-over' this wild invention on a closed circuit short
distance signal, from its A-side abscissa point, as the word
coordinate comes from the A-point and the B-point connecting together
or the abscissa and ordinate points making connections, and anyone
can tell the Astral Plane how to behave, to some limited point,
despite existing inside of a dream state or dream-down off of there,
into this multi-dimensional hyperspace of basically virtually
unlimited parallel universes of 4-D space-time.
TALK
ABOUT EXPLORATRONS, a super loud motor bike just gunned and throttled
by my window, resulting from nothing less than WOMO exploratronic
dream control, yes did I say,
EXPLORATRONS,
again folks? Well in any case,
the Blogger Website, does not do what it used to do in a near past
parallel universe where I was living, they do not change the width of
my color lines or font, in fact when I write the word EXPLORATRONS in
large type font, they make it smaller, as you can plainly see in a
previous blog, so I am wasting my time trying to show emphasis, YO. I
cannot beat the world, or the Callio Family, so it seems, this is the
most horrible dangerous clan of horrendous peeps in the world, and ki
plan to take my entire YOUTUBE channel down before things get worse,
and the hell with my posting the new
garbage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will pay my studio bill
and take home the CD, and most likely just trash it all where it
belonged from day one back in 1980 when this wild crazy ass goddess
first appeared to me in non-teen life, not counting 1972, and sang
that life changing song to me called, “LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS”. I
would sell my soul to the devil to go back in time and have none of
this shit ever have happened. I despise this entire family. Hay
Scylla, kill me too, if it makes you feel better, you would be doing
me the biggest favor in the world, and I can then see my friends, Z,
P, and A, without having to go through any super dad's, or Bob
Cheatley's.
RED
ALERT
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ALERT.
Episode
13 of the 2011 show, “THE MENTALIST”. Every single time this show
comes to air, I GET HAMMERED AND PUMMELED BY A DEATH BEAM THAT BLOWS
OUT MY BOWELS, this is the one that shows that any speaker, even
headphones, can be turned into a signal and broadcast, so WOMO can
know everything we all do if they so choose, using this teck, Mister
Pal Alex Jones, and other freedom-fighters out here, searching for
justice, a doomed quest for fools, so it appears.
Well,
this is not a blog that is meant to be real long, so I will bid you
all a fine farewell for now, but yes, there is so much to tell, it is
beyond sneaker disgusting. Arnie sir, I will be
BACHKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
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TRANSMISSION, FOLKS AND L-4!!!!!!!
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