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2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR
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Lads,
Lassies, Labbers, and Lab-dogs, (L-4), things have never ever been
even close to being not only this mother fucking terribly wrong and
bad, but also totally outlandish, beyond bizarre and weird, and
inconceivably unfathomable for me, and I have lived for all mother
fucking cunt ass eternity. So have all of you, I cannot help it if I
am totally aware and remember this as a fact, and no one else alive
and awake and conscious on the planet earth, does. That for right
now, just cannot concern me. Moving this along and sticking closer to
points without moving each one too far out on tangents so as not to
be twenty pages because a lot of various things are going to be
touched on here on this blog, let me therefore start right now,
getting to it without further ado.
My
computer clock is changing a lot again, so I guess my old pal,
Sheriff Monks, of San Mateo County, CA; decided to wuss out on me. Oh
well, I cannot blame him. Who wants to fight the embodiment of the
two most powerful indwelling spiritual beings in this hundred billion
plus light year circumference expansion of hot hell, just not in
degrees that mercury measures from the expanding atomic measurements,
translation I know the universe is cold, actually averaging out at
2.7 kelvin degrees, but it still is hot hell to fucking me, folks,
because this is my reality. What is reality? What is your reality?
What is my reality? Is it really true that “I think, therefore I
am? Well, not according to the preachings and teachings of MORIANITY,
it isn't, peeps. There is one whole fucking hell of a lot more going
on here than this simple phrase eludes to, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The
blogging SAFE JOURNAL of DETENTION CENTER ROAD. Oh well, I guess it
beats both TENNESSEE AVENUE in Atlantic City, New Jersey, and ACADEMY
Road, in Northeast Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
ehhhhehhhhehhhhehhhhehhh? Tom and Benny, go have some fun on your
Salem County farm, and think of me, NOT THERE, PRAISE GODDESS. Even
from your retirement, you choose to sit there and not offer me a
hand, when you know this is all going on, kind sir Ron, what a mother
fucking turd you are, old pal. You see, Mister Wirtz, Sir; there is
no way, mathematically, NO WAY, that all of this that is happening
around me just from this very day and back to the day we first me in
that office with your little sidekick prick, Mizz Donna Spinosi; not
one chance in a hundred and thirty four and a half nonillion, that
this could be happening to me all random happenstance, and not
somebody putting the total mother fucking kibosh on every single
stinking thing that I do, 24-7-365.2422. So keep laughing there,
smiley fucking face Tabernacle, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is why my blog
subtitle number four is indeed, called; “MARK WAYNE MOHR'S SUB
VAMPIRIC LIFE EQUALS WORLD-OWNER-MILITUFORCE-OTAMMITES PLUS THE TOOLS
OF QUINTESSENTIAL KIBOSH CUBED”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET
IT?????Well,
maybe some of you, THINK, you are getting it, others remain about as
fucking clueless as a bat that's endlessly trying to read the twenty
ten line, on the dam eye chart. Let me clear things up for the world,
right here and right now, with or without any Coraceedin for the
heart, oh lovely Lieutenant Van Buren.
Somebody
is stopping EVERY SINGLE THING I AM TRYING TO DO. I OWE JIM GARRIGAN
A HUGE THANK YOU, ALONG WITH A MISTER HIGH SCHOOL GUIDANCE COUNCELOR
NAMED JAQAMINI FROM HTHS OF WESTMONT, NEW JERSEY. WITHOUT YOU TOO, I
WOULD BE LIVING UNDER A BUMS BRIDGE AND THINGS WOULD BE FAR WORSE.
YOU DUDES ALL READY KNEW THIS, AND COME FROM WORLD LABS, I KNIOW
THAT, AND WISH TO THANK THE FEW OUT HERE WATRCHING ME FROM THE FUTURE
AND LIVING HERE, WHO INDEED ARE ON MY SIDFE OF THINGS, AS WITHOUT YOU
FEW, I WOULD BE ONE VERY MOTHER FUCKING DEAD
MAN RIGHT ABOUT NOW!!!!!
This is why I fucking know that all of this is real, as there are
really two forces around me and always have been, the ones wiping me
out and destroying me from A-Z, and the ones trying to fight them
abnd help me as much as possible. Still, all my life, it has been
two major things, my own family, and the monster family from hell
that came into my dreams in the end of the sixties without
identifying anything except the name of SARAH KRASSLE, then in early
July of 1970, letting me know that I can refer to them as, “THAT
FAMILY”. Then years later in the mortal time line of waking world
so-called life, Sarah ends up referring to me in even still other
'dreams' as, “THAT-BOY”. Of course, members of her human world
girl-gang back in those days of old in Atlantic city, also knew me as
the same name Sarah referred to me as, and one upon seeing me told a
friend of hers on a bus one night around half past ten on the 12th
of July in 1970, as “THAT BOY”, her exact words being, “THERE'S
THAT BOY”, and she [pointed right at me and was staring at me as if
I was some fucking ass rock star or something, instead of just
another little punky fifteen year old kid.
Here
is what is happening in a super compressed nutshell. No one will talk
to me, it is as if I have the mother fucking Bubonic Plague. It is as
though someone called everyone who I deal with or could possibly ever
decide to deal with, about my computer or my internet postings. My
next door nabe when I am on this machine, instead of running a radio,
now it is as if the apartment is a huge fucking swimming pool with
large water sounds. This has been ongoing for over a month or two,
and is off the wall fucking outlandish and crazy, or as Queen
Katedairies may say it even better, Mack camp counselor Kaiter, this
is redeeeeeeequlous. No one will help me or talk to me, it is as if
anyone has been bought off or threatened. I believe that they have,
and I seriously doubt that any Teck Bay Mystery School classes in
advanced robotics, artificial intelligence, or virtual reality, has
much to do with this, Holly Gaukauk. But things get so much better,
as this is not even starting to crack open the huge iceberg that is
bigger than the planet of Jupiter. The things we can do in
twenty-twenty-nine is one hell of a cool song that as some of you
know, I heard playing in the future, in some universe, maybe this
one, but I cannot be sure.
I
am going to just touch on a few things that only my enemies can
really know and worry about future blogs on these subjects, and they
will be fucking coming, of that, KIMBA WHITE, you can be sure, Lion
King, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, my skytorcycle horse has been spotted
on numerous occasions, and I am sorry if anyone was upset. Second, in
Mantua, New Jersey, and then two years later, in Voorhees, New
Jersey, early in 1980 and early in 1982, certain things happened to
me that the great book of 1994 gets into with the antimatter Bob
Cheatley Patterson, but we need not touch boxium or gravigain
hypertronic technology right now. Still, there are reasons that large
hollow aluminum shapes filled with compressed helium and heated H2O
and other mixed gases, are not mass produced to create powerful
pressurized weightless materials. There also are reasons why entire
layer disc rotation technologies are not used openly or covertly,
even with a military that covets the ability to create invisibility.
If you want to watch something disappear, turn a bicycle upside down
on its seat and spin the pedals and watch the spokes vanish. There is
a reason why real time travel is not talked about, and all of these
things combined has to do with the INTERNET. We have a society that
has unconsciously connected itself together using so-called thinking
machines all tied together on an electronic highway. This is to keep
things a little more honest. Now if something breaks that is really
big, the world knows it before Jessica Simpson can create her next
new funny face. This truly makes what Dawn-Marie king said to me so
often, so true and full. This all had to happen before the next human
phase can even begin after Julia White ushers in her second calender
on the 27th
of this December.
If
you notice in 2008, I did not blog back in 2004, so we can only go
back to here, but if you notyice, things started picking up real real
fucking bad for me, half a year or so before the presidential
elections. The Democrats are not the ones doing this, but guess who
is, it is those mother fucking ass Republicans who use APE against me
to get things to go their way in a preponderance amount of the time,
or illegally covertly shifting the natural order and balance of what
really should be happening around us all, naturally. APE stands for
APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT, or really, parallel event that is
intentionally created, or ICPE, used as a powerful awesome fucking
cunt weapon agaisnt me since August the fucking 15th
in 1986, to make the PHILLIES LOSE, the FLYERS WIN, and by these two
things happening in a preponderance, THE DOW JONES RALLY UP AND UP
AND UP FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER, for no good reason based on the
facts around the world, other than this works simply by persecuting
the fucking shit out of one pathetic person, me, MARK WAYNE FUCKING
MOHR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is why this year, starting with the
beach robbery on Watergate Day, the 17th
day of June, and never fucking looking back, things again 4 years
later, as with 2008, and now again in 2012, are what they are,
DAWN-MARIE, so read the fucking 2008 blogs, and see how these two
rotten pricks were picking on me even back then, and got their
distant rotten cousins to kick in as well. I'll never prove it, but
it is true all the same. Thuis is why Gawky told me in a powerful
dream, shortly after the Harvest Banquet dream in 2010, that I should
do what MY says and put up the song. Then later, he told me, to put
up other songs. Later still, he told me that I can prove a lot of
things if I just go with him to this park, and this was the time he
leaped off of a hotel balcony and told me he would not hurt me and
that he respects anything that can defy gravity. Maybe Joan Poole
Lapplane, finked on me, who knows? Others probably saw things they
shouldn't have, Jenny Washburn, you know. Peeps at the bottom of
restaurant ladders in 1975, Holy Spirit Lifeguards from Haddonwood
Swim club, and others. Still, he told me that I needed to carefully
examine what I thought I wrote in 1983, especially about omniscience.
I had no clue what he meant after first coming out of that
experience, and I blogged the powerful dream from around a year or so
ago, but it did hit me shortly afterward, and I realized just why
Scylla got so sensitive about her song from 14 years later, and told
me “PUT THAT ON TOP”, after she gave me that list of three NO-NO
things for me to remember. These are facts, folks, just like the ES
Building, it is not fiction, it can all be totally fact checked from
A-Z. In any event, there are thoughts we just can't say, and there
are broken rudders that indeed do steer boats in very fucked up ways,
sometimes metaphorically, YO. Yes, those Ron Wirtz fucking big
business wealthy trash ass Republicans, I wouldn't trust them as far
as I could throw a mule after breaking my back and my neck. But of
course, we know that Washington, district Of Columbia is a big game
no matter what. I simply try and take up with the smaller devil. Go
back even though you cannot do it on mountainpen's Blogs, to jimmy
Carter when he tried getting reelected. That fixed political shit
with the 444 days and the Americabn hostages held captive at the
Iranian soil American Embassy. It all just works out, when enough
money greases the wheels, right? There is noi such thing as a foreign
policy, it is like Kevin Trudeau said on his famous infomercials
peeps, it is ALWAYS ALL ABOUT THE FUCKING MONEY, and that is all it
ever is always about, peeps, YO. Then the Clinton Cush Florida vote
count deal, need I FUCKING KEEP TYOPING ON AND ON, about the KIBOSH
SYNDROME. If they won't fucking let me put up the song, “YOU'LL BE
CROSSING OVER”, then guess what good folks, it WON'T EVER GET
POSTED UP, it is just that fucking simple, John Red Henningsen
Mentalist Pipe Experts, YO!!!!!! Hay, why not the KIBOSH SYNDROME,
after-all, that thing with the initials again, you know, JB, SC, VC,
MS, MC, SK, or in reverse, but WOW, you really CANNOT ESCAPE it, just
as SCYLLA SHEKLLFISH TOLD ME in oh-freaking-buttwipe-eight my fiends
and friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No,
Sheriff, I am not mad or even disappointed in you, I know how
powerful my kid is, and her friends, don't give it another thought.
Mascara of my county all ready knows he will be coming soon to pick
me uop in a fucking body bag, he ius not stupid anty more than you
atre, sir. Still, Gawky told me there are two sides to every story,
some time ago at a lovely fucking swimming opool, in depbtford, New
Jersey, along Route 47 across the fucking street from the Konrad Beer
Distributor company, YO. I asked him what he was talking about, and
thuis is what he told me. “Someday Mark, you will be doing some
little chore, and while thinking of this talk we're having right now,
it will all come clear to you why I tell you this, remember that I
had my side of things too”. I just looked at him with the famous 50
yard stare, I know I did, as he finally chuckled and made light of
it, bvut it was still there, in his eyes, in his face, and NOW, I DO
KNOW. THIS MAY NOT BE THE RIGHT TIME, BUT I AM TOTALLY POSSESSED,WOW,
WOW!!!
Let
me rap things up by telling a few other things shared at this pool,
well for today, one more,there are others, for other times, and I
think it too dangerous to tell it all right now. I am hearing that
Andromeda Strain crap in my mind right now, as if someone is mentally
transmitting this to me as an intimidation; but I do know that THEY
can shut things down anytime they want to , and if I were to print
stuff that would shut down the world tonight; then they would shut me
down first. This should be fucking cunt obvious to a total fucking
ass retard, no need to even involve Alex Jones. Hell, let's at least
all advance to 2nd
grade, without him having to steer, even with a good fucking ass 1983
boat choke rudder, DOC. Yes, I told him about the PRIVECODE machine,
and that is when he said that he had worked on the research for some
of the parts to it, and that need to take it to a landfill as fast as
I can, only I never did. This is why my mother and I remained so
physically ill, and why we both will die horrible eventual deaths, I
know that, I am not stupid, mother fucking world. This is all why I
despise this American created celebrity-god system. I know that I am
cooked, literally. There is no way out for me, I know it, you mother
fucking jerk off twisted bastards. Maybe some stil have niot figured
out what is really being covered up by the world powers regarding
outer space, it sure ain't fucking saucers and aliens. It is not even
the truth of exploratrons, all though that at least is a little
closer to the truth. If you don't think you get it, maybe it is not
destined for you to. Who knows? I will tell you this one thing now,
and was never planning to. It is why I was shot at the local WAWA
Convenience store a few months later in the summer of 1995, in
Williamstown, New Jersey. Advanced Robotics or numerous intelligent
machines, some are people machines (androids) indistinguishable from
any human, even superior ones (GODS and GODDESSES) with incredible
abilities, do indeed become a part of the future. These machines
connect into the 6th
dimension of MIND, have access to all w2ho ever have lived here as a
computer mind or a biolgical mind, and they can bring that exact
thing back any time they want to in less than 100 years from the time
that I post this blog. On top of that, death is a total illusion
anyway, as we never go to our own funeral and perceive ourselves as
dead. We always exist humanly in a state of remembering earliest
parts of childhood, events in our lives as it progresses towards
older ages, and then eventually, we dream that we die and are part of
another life, but only the 6th
dimension retains the memory of the life before, to clear the system,
uin most cases. Passing certain controlled currents and voltages at
sustained amounts of time, through our body, can bring back the
memory of our entire beingness in hyperspace, created by the 6th
dimension above it, as hyperspace is the 5th,
containing virtually unlimited countless four dimensional space-time
parallel universes. Only a few months passed since I sent my book,
“The Permission Barrier” to Washington, DOC, for official
Copyright Registration on 31 October in 1994, did Gawky pop up at
Haddonwood. He never mentioned the book by name, but he had read it
somehow, as he mentioned to me how if I were to ever fly around over
a public event, such as was discussed in my book, something more
horrible would happen to me than anything in the book, only he used a
different word than book and never admitted to reading it. He seemed
to want more than anything, to make the point that a day would come
when I would realize that there was HIS SIDE to some story. This
could later fill encyclopedia volumes up, and needs not even start
right now. Still, Andy and Joe and WAWA all happened shortly after
Gawky appeared, and then before the club mysteriously shut down one
day in August of 1996 just days after my horrendous day of terror
when my mother and I were literally terrorized and got no justice
whatsoever from the authorities who we pay our taxes to; and then
beyond Joe and Andy, then came the giant girl visitation, witnessed
by SAM, the son of a Williamstown Police Officer, and the Highview
Apartments Maintenance Man. The great Paula King decided it was time
for daughter number two to enter into the great equation, and she
came in and raped me, AGAIN, as if the first Saturday of July in 1969
was not enough. I feel compelled irresistibly again folks, I have to
do it, I'm sorry, but here goes, W---O---W.
Well people, there is always tomorrow, and enough has been said
today, don't you agree, or shall we all enjoy having a great GENERAL
BREAKDOWN, and end up at the Musicians Sike Ward? Sorry you missed
the best of things you love so much, Steve Hawking. It just wasn't
meant to be, old pal!!!!!!!
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