SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0549

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0549

WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2297

SBT-DATFILE: 090912.373

SUNDAY MORNING

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME

MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES

BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR (BSNF):

“IS ROBERT MCGUIRE HIDING MORE THAN MERELY FROZEN TIME WARP HOTELS ON MAGICAL ROADS LIKE TENNESSEE ACADEMY, OH GREAT AND WONDERFUL OZNICK, AND WILL THEY EVER RELEASE ME FROM THEIR REAL TORTURE AND PRISON?”

© 2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR

SWORN OATH DOCUMENT, THIS BLOG CONTAINS ONLY THE ABSOLUTE TRUTH, SO HELP ME FLAG OF COUNTRY, AND ALL MIGHTY SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, AND ALL HER PALS ON THE FLORIDA CORAL REEFS, WHEN NOT RAPPING OR TRAPPING WITH RALPH AND SANDY. IF I LIE, I DIE, OR SO GOES THE PLAYGROUND SAYINGS FROM LONG AGO.

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I have decided to do my mom and her great story, a little more respect and justice, and type the entire thing and make it one entire chapter of MORIANITY, so for right now, just know it is soon to be posted and made a part of this, just not quite yet.

I am glad that my pal up on Hutchinson Island was able to get justice, as this thief 'Joe' even broke into his apartment and that is where Mike kept the laundry money, as he had the key and the money in a box, and Joe stole the key as well as the money, so he could open up the machines again that are in the basement of the houses along A1A, owned by Mike's brother, the other Joe. I know how violated I feel when peeps break into my car and my residence, it is an old story with me, and I have never been able to receive any justice ever, out of it. Also, my stuff on the beach was taken that day in middle June by this rotten druggie criminal, and I will get no justice for that. Still, I am happy to see the prick who wrecked my day and caused me a lot of costs as well as other bad days after that, jailed for his crimes.

I awoke this morning after very major interactions exploratronically. Sarah-Stacey Krassle beat the crap out of me, for saying certain things online recently, and told me to either stop being a shellfish as she loves to call me, or that she will personally come over to where I live, and break my arm and club me on the head with it until I am sillier than I all ready am, an exact quote from my awesome TEEN QUEEN. Then President Obama was also in the experience, only a lot younger, in his right out of college days. What he told me is not bloggable folks, sorry. Well, some of the other stuff that SSJKK said, also falls under that same category, if I know what is good for me.

The only other half safe part to discuss was when they were both sitting at a table in a restaurant together, actually, the entire family of both, totaling eight and myself making it nine at this table, and this was a two part conversation where I did all of the listening and observing. It seems that because I am still unable to do anything with my song from 1983, or prove that I was abducted and taken 31 days into the future back in early autumn of 2008, as GOOGLE just won't let the cut and paste work well enough to allow a posting of the old blog from the 30^th of September of 2008. These two things will keep the Dow Jones going up into record high territory and forcing my life into absolute and total destruction, via this endless parallel event that has been lodged firmly on my back like the weight of the world for nearly thirty years now. The higher the markets go, the worse my life gets, and vice versa. If it were not for someone using this and making my entire life hell so that these billionaires on Wall Street can endlessly prosper, I would not care what their miserable rotten evil markets did. It is only that they are hurting and wrecking my entire life, hay, you would all be quite irate about this as well, if this was happening to me, and believe me folks, you'll never prove it.

There are powerful things that the STREET cannot handle with me or

my life. They are as the following list reads:

SUCCESS IN MY LIFE IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER NO MATTERE HOW SEEMINGLY SMALL IT MAY APPEAR TO BE.

ANY TINY BIT OF HAPPINESS OR PEACE OF MIND OVER ANY STRETCH OF TIME IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN.

ANY FORMATION OF ARMY, ANY GROUP ON MY SIDE, IS ABSOLUTELY TOTALLY OFF LIMITS AND FORBIDDEN, IF THEY HAVE TO COVERTLY KILL TO STOP IT FROM HAPPENING.

Now this little list of three items, is a death warrant for life on this planet. You try living an adult lifetime under these three strictly and covertly enforced regulations, just so that their DOW JONES STOCK MARKETS continue rising, decade after decade by an endless 10%. Without this against me, for the past six decades, the markets would have risen to their more normal quarter to half of that amount, perhaps 3.5%. I only wish I had thirty million, invested at a rate where it would make me 103.5% each ten years. You see folks, I am not greedy. Capitalists on the other hand are nothing but greedy, evil, sick, monsters, who won't stop until we are all dead or slaves in a cotton field owned by them, and they own every bale of the cotton. I am not against capitalism as many folks mistakenly think, merely unlimited or unrestricted and unregulated forms of it, what I term runaway capitalism. I believe in putting the CAP in CAPitalism. If this was done, Earth would be almost a perfect Utopia. But what is unforgivable because it literally dwarfs anything done by Hitler, is what these horrible maniac monsters have done to me for nearly three decades now. This and only this, is why the entire world is the way that it is today, but it is more than a monetary explosion out of control. The entire society has sunk to this bizarre evil twisted new sub-culture of internet vomit, entertainment world mind controllers turning the world into a literal pile of stinky loose dog diareah, and Wall Street backing and financing it all, through many back deal smoke filled secret rooms, where the world is changed for the worse, day by day, week by week, and my own kid buys totally it 100%m, but then they all do, I am the rare exception who can see totally through this total pig mess of indescribable and unspeakable horror.

Starting next week, I am learning and getting many books from the local library, until I can end up using my stuff like Deezee, and fill the YOUTUBE with tons of my stuff, telling many stories. I can take any sound and create an entire song, voices of total strangers taped at a park can sing my songs and nobody will be the wiser, shy pay musicians and singers and other ingrate folks as I have done all my life. I will do what I need to do, and you won't stop me, you sick twisted diseased evil emmereffer World Owner MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, AKA the WOMO.

LADS, LASSIES, LABBERS, AND LAB-DOGS, (l-4), PLEASE KNOW THIS: I have no intention of letting these horrible people win, but it might take me 50-300 years to do what must be done, whereas if you had all decided to form a group and create MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, the way I had hoped would be the case; things would be quite different in time for your children to be able to experience an entirely different life than the one unfortunately that they will be having here on this Earth. A day will come and soon, where you will wish that you had never given birth to them, unless you are in the club, you know, the OPC, 1% Club. Otherwise, I might just be seeing you and them in the cotton-field, and we can all listen to each other say, “YAZZ ZA MASSA” to the Donald Trump's and all his kind, the kind that so many of you worship on television and ejaculate over his rubbish entertainment network and his shows, while all the time, he is laughing at you and mocking you, as his plan for you and your kids, I'd not even dare to blog at my angriest moments, but they know and so help me the Astral Plane Gods, THEY KNOW, they all know that these words are totally accurate and 99% true and honest. Watch things get worse and worse through the coming decades, even though there will be times where you will all be fooled, they are clever, if they weren't, they wouldn't be billionaires. Does that make even a grain of sand of sense to you, as if not, please stop right now, and switch over and enjoy reading the blogs of Tulip Nancy and her Wisconsin Green House, or try the Mud Wrestler Sisters Blog from sunny Cal. Hay, whatever floats your boat, but if you want to save this planet from total obliteration of the weak and the frail, you need to start using the internet and reading all the stuff on it that tells the very same warnings that I give on my blogs.

No it is obvious to a moronic conk-shell, just why my GITYA is being prevented from being posted, I see all the stuff. It truly breaks my heart that Atlantic City has hated me this much that they would stoop to lower levels than Hitler and his dam ovens, when it comes to injuring and destroying me. To refresh some memories of readers who just refuse to archive older blogs, I stayed in 1970, for 19 magical days, at a Jersey Seashore Resort just south of Atlantic City, called Ventnor. I had a series of nightly visitations from what many UFO believers would call some kind of an alien cell or family. They probably would not be wrong, as it is actually a part of my own family, or had been for a year at that time. In these nightmarish serial dreams, I was more than dissected, but you not need be privy to all of the hell. I agree with L&O about child molesters not changing their ways. There is no report of Tom Reale ever before or ever after me, sexually abusing young children, as he did me in those days. I told how he would jack me and then collect the semen. I don't buy his fake jack off on that other bed that I talked about. He wanted my semen, and pretended to be a fagot pervert molester. But put me in front of any judge or the Supreme Court if you want, and I will tell what happened in 1979, as well as the jitney deal and the year before under Central Pier. I know this must have made Hurricane Pat go totally nuts in 2000. I have driven more than him into major and general nervous breakdowns, huh doc? Well Roseann, leave my neck alone, please, oh it is 10 in the morning, she's still asleep. Can all of this really be a bunch of nonsense, as a few all ready have secretly made it known to me, that they do believe me, and that I am probably just forever doomed, after-all, where can I go, can I escape this great TAWF by running out of time, or running far out into the expansion? Laugh Laugh Laugh, but first we may need a set of stairs, and some Marcucci mind blowing stares, again from where things all got their true beginnings, good old Armstrong on the moon days, WOW and WOW and WOW and Bank trucks, right Regis Waves? I feel the need to reprint my June 1969 lyrics to my song called, “THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES”, good people,OK? © 1969 That's The Way It Goes” Mark Mohr:

It all began at once when I's to happy to see

That something really bad was gonna' happen to me

You planned it all and now you're all just laughing with 'glee'

While something really bad is now a happ'nin to me

And that's the way it goes

Long ago I felt that something awful was wrong

But never dreaming now that I'd be singing this song

I only wish to God that you'd just let me be free

And stop these awful things that now are happ'nin to me

But that's the way it goes

And that's the way it goes, that's the way it goes, that;s the way

it goes, and that's the way it goes. You've got to learn young, you've got to be young, you got to stay young, and that's the way it goes.

This is all down officially posted in 1981 at the United States Copyright Office.

Well, enough for right now, I just needed to say this much, but later, I will post up the re-write words from the 1983 GITYA song, called, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”, this is a song about a very mean and greedy fisherman who thinks it is all about him and his fish, until a storm comes up one day and well, you will hear the song eventually, unless my kid does me in in my sleep or something. BYE-BYE 4 now.

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