Monday, December 31, 2012

MORIANITY 2, JWC2, DAY 00010, BLOG-B


MORIANITY 2





JWC2, DAY 00010, BLOG-B

2:24 PM-EST IN FORT PIERCE BOTBAR FLORIDA

MY DIRT BAG NEIGHBORS ARE FEROCIOUS AND EVIL



At about ten minutes past two, on this mother fucking afternoon, I was awakened from a nap, by a tremendous horrific group of uncouth and extremely loud sounds emanating from at least two or three of these sicko trash two legged roaches over there, super loud hall shouting, doors slamming, after a weekend of much quieter conditions. Now I realize it is New Years Eve Day, but this is fucking cunt absurd times twenty three thousand.



The skies are quiet, all though yesterday over at Mike Patterson's beach-house, a plane that was very loud and very low, was dogging me while I was there, and we were working on our project. I am unable to get more than two fucking days straight of NON-BOTBAR DAYS any more, and this condition began in November sometime, making this a brand new set of really super fucked up magnetics for me, that if does not change, I will need to drive out of here, and straight out of this evil empire, and straight into Mexico, and lever mother fucking look back. I cannot exist at my old age, living between 60-70 percent mother fucking SUPER ass FUCKING BOTBAR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It does appear, and no one onjut here can mother fucking deny this, that every single cunt eating time that I do a blog, late at night or after midnight anytime, that the next day always follows with a fucking ass NEIGHBOR ASSAULT. They are either 'TOLD' or else they are seemingly 'MIND-CONTROLLED', influenced or paid off, but either way, by the MILI-2-FORCE, TO DO THIS ATTACK ON ME, AND WRECK MY DAY, every single fucking ass time, YO!Also, when these bastards all come here to that apartment, and according to Resident Manager, Debbie Marotto, ILLEGALLY, it is a matter of a fairly short duration before loud thumping noise-music begins, despite them being told, supposedly anyway, they they cannot blare that powerful big subwoofer that they all brought in here last September. So far however, so good, no noise that shakes my walls and breaks my nerves, as it would any non-lobotomized normal person from my times and days. I am happy not to be a part of this totally insane and totally ill and twisted new world, new society, and NEW WORLD DISORDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Another thing that has ruined my day besides these cock chewing nabes from fucking hell, is a bill I got when I was out visiting Mikey yesterday, and opened it after I was awake from this horrendous attack of noise. It must be a mistake, but it is from my HMO, that says I will need to pay $110.00 for my last office visit, and the doctor is away until Wednesday, vacationing for the helliday-holidays, so I must wait until then to find out what this total bullshit is all about. I was promised that this HMO covers shit fully with him, and have no plans whatsoever to pay it, and my credit is all ready totally fucking shot, thanks to THAT FAMILY of abducted nightmare washcloth lungs from 1970, who knows, maybe ten other rotten things will all happen today, but in any event, here we go again, with another mother fucking major ass BOTBAR X ONE, and the calendar of DECEMER of 2012, is so filled up with 'B' letters circled twice, that it looks more like my daughter's Honey Bee Club, than a page on a frikkin calendar. Slam, Slam,, Boom, it is now 2:55, and it is still ongoing, but without the loud sub-woofers, so far!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I get my disability money on the third, and sit here without an extra drop of gasoline until Thursday, which is January the third of twenty-thirteen. Hence, I can go nowhere, and who would walk around a hood like this place, and tan-less, not me, and they tell me that saying this makes me a racist, I say it is just honesty, Mister Wolf, let's see you and Trump and all of your trashy and high faulting friends go out around here, and walk around alone. I triple fagot dog dare any of you. I might ever come and visit you at the local Lawnwood Regional Hospital, if for no other reason other than to fucking just gloat, YO DOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me play some roulette, and I'll come back and give you the results, YO DOGS, WOLF WOLF WOLF WOLF WOLF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Now it's fucking time to talk about the United States of America and its federal government's very favorite subject, YO; STATISTICS, JUST GOING BACK TO AFTER THE END OF LAST JULY, to keep shit short, sweet, and simple, BRO!



You have heard me discuss the statistical technology of using what is not new or made up by me, in its raw concept, parallel event, merely this exact name given is mine ®, and I do officially claim it. The Star Trek-TNG peeps, used the term, correlation of event, or some other similar term, and there are tens if not over one hundred others, I'm quite sure, but PE, and applying it with a purpose, goal, and motive, that is APE or Applied Parallel Event, and THAT, is my own registered words, as is also, from a very similar type of statistical technology, the combination words of MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE, OR MP for short, APE, and MP are my own exact titles, and they take some things that all ready always existed in life and its interactive surroundings, only it also seems to have incorporated, some almost esoteric additional feature, into the otherwise all reading existing, basic type of statistical reality and even, technology. Before we get into this, I was cremated with the HOUSE-VIG or the green numbers of zero-double zero, and still quit ahead of the game, took my paper win, and left the paper casino, despite a despicable attack, AGAIN, by the wonderful and so blessed, ''WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE'', OR IN GOOD OLD CHEMTRAIL LINGO, PERHAPS PRONOUNCED AS THE ALL LOUSY MIGHTY, ''KILL-A-BLUE-SOURCE'', AFTER-ALL, IT RHYMES, AND IT MAKES PERFECT FUCKING SENSE, and I need not get my daughter's all mighty permission, to blog it, not that that will guarantee another shot back to me about my fibbing lyrics, only they tell the truth, and she knows it, so let her be the sixteen year old that she always will be, and see if I could care in the least. Now before we get into the statistical stuff, yes, I lost four units on the green house vig, but made seven units and did not lose any units back to the regular system, so 7 units won minus the vig of 4 units lost, and I decided to get out of the situation three units up and ahead of the dam ass game, YO, and on a very bad and BOTBAR day of pummeling and assault by my WOMO-M2F enemies. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, and HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!! But I also did one other thing besides play a SYSTEMS-ROULETTE game, oh yes sir/mahm; I asked my kitty cat, GAGA, just exactly WHY I fell under this HORRENDOUS and MONSTROUS, EVIL FUCKING ATTACK; FROM THESE NABE FILTH BAG SCUM SNAKES, AT ABOUT TEN MINUTES PAST TWO OF THE CLOCK, THIS DISASTER-NOON; AND WAS GIVEN THE PCN OF '725'. Now PCN-725 has some real interesting words and combinations of phrases and word groupings, that really make me sit up and take notice, not that all of my answers do not totally make sense to me and the query that I asked of the GAWNUM, but this one really ices up the cake real thick and yummy, so I'm saving a nice big slice for lovely Ashley Tinsdale and her musical friends from high school and war coward ambulance drivers!!!!!!!!!! Yes friends and fiends, here is my MATCH-BOOK ITEM LIST, for PCN-725, in its frikkin entirety, slam-boom, bang, holler:



VERSION----SAHASRA DAL KANWAL----THE VOID----TWO THOUSAND EIGHT----KRASSLE SANG----FLORIDA----CURLY CAREY EINSTEIN MESSAGE-------------------------------------------------------



It really jumps out at you like fifteen sore teeth all throbbing in excruciating indescribable agony times ten to the power of eighteen. I mean it all does, if you were me, and understood as I do, my life in its entirety, or as best as can be expected for a flesh and blood human aniwho; but that one thing at the end, I mean come on, just look at it now, and then take Einstein's initials out of the last name, and without any old songs, thrown shoes, treadmills, talking dogs, or anything else, we can hear the song clear as day from 1986, called, “Real Good girl”. Still, all her teenaged pretty curls notwithstanding here, now go the first of the two words, 'curly'. To change this nickname when I did not use the other one, “MY”, just simply take the letters where Einstein's initials would be, CURLY, and what does this name change into, and does that little message to me in 2008 with that cool music project that she did about his world famous relativity formula, not spring into mind real quickly? Simply take the RED LETTERS, and transpose them to Einstein's initials, and as she told me, I got her message, but I got it, to quote her on her 2008 website, “TOO LATE”.

Things like this are simple for the All Mighty Scylla to figure out and engineer, and I've learned that there's nothing that she cannot do, other than without the initials in there at all, maybe get real sad, which is the last thing that I ever want for my wonderful kid. Now we can get down to cases with the statistics, with the subject of my BOTBAR DAYS, beginning just as far back as August, when an all ready wicked demonic year, was turning even deadlier and as the Youtube society may put it, the hellishness around me began going fucking viral!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, with no mathematics performed yet, here is the total monthly count of my BOTBARS, from months August through December; as this day is the end of December, and is all ready BOTBAR, and done and over, and closed out until New Years Day in the starting of the eight teen years of the twenty-first century, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!



AUGUST---TOTAL OF BOTBAR DAYS--------------10

SEPTEMBER---TOTAL OF BOTBAR DAYS--------07

OCTOBER---TOTAL OF BOTBAR DAYS------------13

NOVEMBER---TOTAL OF BOTBAR DAYS---------10

DECEMBER---TOTAL OF BOTBAR DAYS----------19



Now first of all, a moron child with a fucking shoe sized intelligence quotient times five, tops; can see perfectly well, that things were bad a while, and yet this last 2012 month, they skyrocketed from bad to beyond fucking hellishness cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For a quick example, the actual 12/2012 Botbar MP (Magnetic Percentage) or 10 times 100 divided by day total of 31, is close to double, the average of the preceding mother fucking four months of 08/2012-11/2012, let me frikkin do the frikkin ass math for you, YO!



These are the similar ways in which our great federal government keeps tracks of their eleven main national leading indexes and indicators of the American economical situation and conditions, perhaps they use varying methodologies, but it all leads to very similar analytical results that can go on to be graphed, charted, and carefully examined and scrutinized by real data experts.



OK, so let us begin to play, shall we good peeps, YO? The Magnetic Percentage for BOTBAR from August through November, rounded off to nearest decimals, is August-32%, September-23%, October-42%, November-33%. Adding these four numbers and then dividing this total by four, gives us the average, as we all learned, or should have, back around third or fourth frikkin grade somewhere,YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This comes to a rounded off 32.5% for the months of August through November 'MPB' or (Magnetic Percentage for Botbar)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now we take the MPB for the month of DECEMBER, TWENTY-TWELVE, and WOW, WOW, and mister Trump-Macy, Crissake All mighty and YO, it is a whopping Presidential WHOPPER number of nightmare and personal catastrophic proportions. It is 61%-MPB. Yes, shifting those old RPL-Doctor gears here of a quick second folks, holler, holler, slam, bang, boom; you uncouth pricks from across the fucking hallway, here at my Public Housing Building at 601 Avenue B, here in Fort frikkin Pierce, Florida, YO, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For those interested on the procedure used for getting MPB numbers, it is not rocket science. It is the total amount of BOTBAR DAYS in the month, times 100, and then divided by the days of that month, then rounded off to the nearest decimal for a magnetic percentage number. Still, I then took the average of these four previous to 12-2012 months of August through November, which came to a rounded off 32.5%, and compared this four month moving average to the current month of 12-2012, and that is 61 minus 32.5, or an absurd and totally Kateydeeeeeequlous non mini-Viqueen amount, of difference worse, of 28.5%. This tells me that December of 2012 was almost thirty cunt lapping percent worse than the four month sliding or moving-average, of this personal mathematical scale, used here; or said real parochially, things suddenly, as bad as shit was since the middle-late summer time, have 'WALMART SUDDENLY' become far far dangerously fucking WORSE FOR ME; and the math numbers do not know how to fucking tell lies. It is right there in black and white, on paper, on Einstein's non crying chalk boards; or anywhere else that you may wish to do, and write these calculations down; and later, as I once did many years back in frikkin time; even go as far as to carefully graph and chart them, on both line and bar charts. I never needed the pie type, as rarely was I doing comparative sectional graphics, where they are more prevalently frikkin used. So hello to you too out there, NSA, FBI, CIA, and all my agent pals, as you can see that the great MILITUFORCE, who you guys and gals all fear as well and know we all must just shut up about it for fear of the JOE PAGET SYNDROME, or War of the Worlds Syndrome, whatever, we all know that normal folks just could never handle any of these truths, and they absolutely MUST see these blogs as laughable and written by a crazy man, only you peeps out there, YOU KNOW FRIKKIN BETTER, DUDES AND DUDDESSES, YO!!! WHAAAA!!



I am going to end this and hang up now on Sarah Krassle's magical yellow telephone, and make my payment to the bridge troll, and wave to the magic peeps in the wild train that rides over the great river. Talk about the expansion of feeling sensory, SHEEEEEEEEEIT, pretend this is the twelfth of July of 2003, and just don't get me going here, Mizz Eckert Pharmaceutical employee, with the non Lee teenaged fake nail makeup. Oh well, the entire song, YBCO is fake techno-pop, except for the intro part which is where the vocals were computer sampled from, and this was just a quick cheap scratch copy, YO. So let me sign off and post up, for now, this day, this month, this year, this century, this millennium, this lifetime, this fucking entire eternity, is totally SHOT as far as I am concerned, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!



ENDING FOR RIGHT NOW, but Arnie muscles, look for a lot more, as you of all folks know, that “I'LL BE BAAKK”!!!!!!!!!!



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MORIANITY-2 (MASTER COPY FOR CAPPING)

TWO YOUTUBE LINKS OF DECEMBER TWENTY TWELVE














Governor Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways, so that 'lightning' will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone receiver.











YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983



NEW 2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC

TRACK ALONG WITH: Only the opening title words are real.



To sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog, and click the SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555; and scroll down until the page comes up with the words to the song, YO.









Oh boy, here comes the sub-woofers, let us see how bad this gets folks, as 911 is a call away, and I do have a working telephone.

Sunday, December 30, 2012

MORIANITY-2, JWC2, DAY 00010-BLOG-A




















MORIANITY-2



JWC2-DAY-00010-BLOG-A

12:50 AM-EST

EARLY MONDAY MORNING HERE AT FORT PIERCE, FL

© MARK WAYNE MOHR, BLOGS 'URLS'







Without beginning in 2006, and at least skimming through my seven year blogging career, you will be totally clueless what all of this MORIANITY is all about, maybe it is better that way, who can ever know?







I got through a slightly better weekend but learned quite a lot of powerful things. Even though, and if you don't know about APE or Applied Parallel Event, and have not read about it on my many postings and many blogs, then this will make as much sense to you as your dog throwing sticks for you to fetch and you agreeing to its game; but despite the cunt lapping PHILADELPHIA FLYERS ICE HOCKEY TEAM NOT PLAYING THIS SEASON, meaning that I should not have had anywhere near this bad of a fucking time of things since late ass September, when the total mother fucking opposite is what actually occurred, there was a good reason indeed for the fucking shit that has been pummeling me since this time of the GREAT INTERACTION OF WHAT I'LL REFER TO HERE, AS CHAIN-2, 42.7 years apart, as far as being why I say 2, as in one and then two, the first wild interaction with this CHAIN, was in early middle December somewhere, back in the fucking ass year of 1969, YO YO!!!















This horrible twenty-twelve year, that now has 22 hours and mother fucking 49 minutes left in it, and so, REAL MORIANS, know why I am doing fucking this right now, 555555555555 plus 555555555555555555555 times 555555555555555555 is equal to I do not give a rats hell in hot hell puke at light speed squared, but yes, the year is nearing its horrendous evil ass end, and GOOD RIDDANCE to this rotten filthy fucking year of absolute shitty stenchy hell for me; but yes, the entire year was horrible, and broken down into three major events that made it this way, all though as they were coming into my life, I of curse, was totally unable to see the Forrest from the Jason trees. First was the HUTCHINSON ISLAND BEACH ROBBERY, where all my shit was stolen by some filthy criminal fucking thief, while I went swimming that day around the first day of summer. Then in early autumn, one season later, came the powerful CHAIN-2 WILD INCREDIBLE DREAM, with my kid. This seemed to do many things all at that very same time, along with the hellish nightmare of the 'psychic stereo', discussed on many blogs from these past days. Also during all of this, was my attempt to post up a song, remade from a song that I'd written at the age of twenty-eight and a half years, back in the late spring time in 1983 called, “Girl, I'll Tell You Anything”, renamed and redone with slight alterations, a new title, and new lyrical content; the 2012 title now being, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”. Then the big automobile repair expense when I am living right down to the penny-wire, and this 120 dollars may seem laughable to a lot of you reading this, but to me, IT FUCKING DENDED MY WORLD, and forced me on a bread and water diet, literally, throughout this fucking unspeakable and brutal last month of this despicable and deplorable year of 2012, as this was money that I did not have, and caused me to borrow it from my State Farm monthly auto debit pay system, so I will need to pay them their normal insurance monthly amount twice in January, which is why I have been forced to mother fucking cancel my COMCAST CABLE SERVICE, to compensate, or I will be eating bread and water and crackers and piss for another month, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I've lost my only e-mail address, as of around January the tenth, as when the cancellation kicks in, the internet and the e-mail fucking go, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So these three cunt lapping mother fucking total disasters, WIPED ME FUCKING COCK SUCKING TOTALLY OUT IN 2012, YO YO!!!!!



















W-------O-------W





DID THIS YEAR WIPE ME TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY OUT, GOOD FOLKS, YO, WHAAAAAAAAA, but SUPER-WOW, more wild shit is happening, and not all of it is bloggable.



When I went to sleep two nights ago or really, I suppose it was Saturday morning right after it started getting light outdoors, I went into a major wild interaction that was so beyond telling in mortal words, that it is like comparing the attempt to do so, with trying to beat up a heavyweight boxing champion, when you are at the age of four. It involved the same bridge that I was at where Sarah had her yellow telephone some place close, and this occurred while working at that Roadway Trucking site for 29 straight hour shifts, before such things became federally illegal to do, back in the first years of this third millennium. I cannot tell you too much other than the fact, that if anyone were to read the last few months of my 2007 blogs and then early into my 2008 blogs, you would begin to see some strange things that without so doing, reading past the time shortly to follow this, where I was not blogging at all and was totally off-grid for about seventy days; would make no sense at all, yet by reading back from say early autumn in 2007 until I do stop the blogs for seventy days, well, do it; and then get a major unfathomable frikkin mind blow, from here to fucking 'eternity, maternity, and Outer Limits early sixties great black and white television shows'. Oh Jennifer and Tiffany, where are the two of you when this poor old ugly fat slob wehtahd need you so much, like Hyundai-2006-DUH??







I've said it before, and will say it again, EMOTION is a powerful reality, that is a lot more than just some part of chemistry reaction on the physical plane taking part in brain matter of humans. First off, there are five senses, and all of us have varying degrees of acuity of all of them, some see better, some see worse, same thing goes with hearing, tasting, smelling, and feeling. This last one, as my kid might say, should be “Put on top”, local walls notwithstanding. This is because, this sense can do some really amazing stuff, when it is increased beyond the norms. You can feel things to the point where your heart will explode and you would die. I am able to daydream in ten seconds from full normal waking beingness, into interactions so frightening, such as falling off of a mountain or a tall building, that my heart literally explodes, and then the World Laboratories needs to retrace me again. To practice this, anyone can do this on lesser degrees. Just tune out all else around you and see yourself falling off of a large height and tumbling and keep doing it and believing it until your heart races, and after a minute or so, the average person pulls back and stops, takes a few deep breaths, and hopes that their heart slows back down. Now this is just an example. With enough controlled sense feeling, you can place yourself anywhere, at any time, and the daydream will become an eventual full blown dual reality. You can hear people in cars talking privately and learn secrets even though they may be thousands of miles away, you can place yourself into deep space and battle enemies with more emotion than watching the greatest sci-fy show or movie ever written and made, on the greatest movie screen or home theater system. This is the ultimate so called VR, or Virtual Reality. Only a very few peeps are doing this, and can do this; and I am one of them; but I talk about it. Others are all in fear of rejection, and scorn; and being totally sociologically ostracized from their lives. They still do this, but they keep it very secret. Hmm. Well, let me get off of this yellow-telephone now, Ingrid in early 1984, as this is getting very-very-very old, right Copyright Office Examiners of those times, YO? I could say a trillion octillion more things, but it may be wiser to just do a Sidney Mirrors Crown here, and just shit the shit up!!!!!!!!











END TRANSMISSION, FOLKS,



WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!








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« Classical Jew’s Harp Music (MP3s) | Main | “If You Do Not Like, Buy a Record By the Caetano and Do Not Bother Us, Fuck You." December 12, 2006, More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3), MORE OF THESE HATS ARE AROUND THE AREA OF FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA. READ SAFE JOURNAL BLOGS AROUND THE 500-600 CHAPTER NUMBER RANGE, AND THEN CLICK ON AN OLD REMADE SONG FROM 1983, WOW MISTER MACY, IS THIS THE FIRST TRUMP, THE LAST TRUMP, OR THE MARK OF THE BEAST, AS INDEED, 1+2+3+4 ALL THE WAY UP TO +36 WILL INDEED EQUAL 666, GEE REALLY, COPYIGHT OFFICE OF 1988? HAY, IT IS ALL DOWN THERE FOR THE RECORD. YOU CAN CLICK HERE FOR MORE, ONLY BELEIVE THIS FOLKS, THE MOUNTAINPEN NEVER TITLED ANYTHING, “THE MEANING OF LIFE”, SOMEONE MUST HAVE ADDED ALL OF THIS TO THEIR DEGRADED COPY TAPES, FROM WHAT WAS STOLEN WHEN THEY BOOSTED MY CAR STEREO AT NORTHEAST PHILL’S FRIENDLY RESTAURANT ON THE ROOSEVELT BOULEVARD IN THE FRIKKIN NINETIES. ALL I EVER DID WAS SAY, AND I’LL QUOTE, FROM 1983, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, SO CLICK HERE:
Mark_from_nj At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.
Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane.
Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:
If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.
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Goyim in the AM
“The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation…”
I don’t think any existing recording device on this earth could have captured the other side, although Mark may disagree.
Posted by: Goyim in the AM | December 12, 2006 at 02:42 AM
King Daevid MacKenzie
…the link for “Android & Angel” is screwed up. Y’all may want to fix it…
Posted by: King Daevid MacKenzie | December 12, 2006 at 04:01 AM
Listener Therese
Sorry about that! I just fixed it.
Steve PMX
I think this guy is the *real* New Jersey Devil. Look at his horns and christ-blocking shades.
K.
Sweet Jesus, my PoMo-radar is beeping. And a nice performance. He could be real, I’ve known folks like him.
bartelby
Just sounds like someone responding to internal stimuli, there are many people like this probably an hour’s drive from anyplace in the Northeast. How is this different than getting enjoyment watching a man with a club foot trying to walk?
Posted by: bartelby | December 12, 2006 at 11:14 PM
Chris Arter
Hello My name is Chris Arter I am 25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I found two tapes made by this guy, years apart from each other. They were both 90 minutes long. I only have one now. They feature folk songs and disco songs. He never mentions his name but I found out his full name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by looking up material that he mentions he copyrighted on the cassette. I’ve had this tape for about 14 years and have never been able to find anything on him except his name and the names of other copyrighted material that he has registered. Some of his songs are actually pretty nice. And the tape like you describe only captures his side of a conversation with a 7’7″ tall fellow named shorty. Bar none still the most entertaining 90 minutes I’ve ever experienced.
maledoro
I clicked on the Aquarius link to find Mark from NJ’s CDR, but it was no longer listed. :(
Posted by: maledoro | August 07, 2007 at 06:54 AM
Fairlight
Aaah, very happy to get some info on this guy! One of his recordings has been used on the track “The Christ Android”, on the album “Memory Hole” by Kevin Moore (of Chroma Key, and ex-Dream Theater keyboardist). That’s what prompted me to find out what this nonsense single-sided argument was all about. Thanks a lot!
Posted by: Fairlight | September 22, 2008 at 02:34 PM
Ghostlight
I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:19 PM
Ghostlight
I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:21 PM
Ghostlight
I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:25 PM
Tony NYC
Hi. I got to this page while reading about music played on the ‘Jews Harp’. I’ve been searching, for a loooong time, for a song that was played one lazy August afternoon on WFMU, around 1980, or earlier.
It was a rendition of ‘My Favorite Things. The vocals of the main melody were accompanied by only a Jews Harp (…”Whiskers on Kittens, etc…”) And when it came to the chorus, it was sung monotone, by several voices…very weird, slowly, dragging, groaning (‘theeeese aaaaare aaaaa feeeeewwww of myyyyy faaaaavoooriiiite”.
When it got to “Things”, it was sung in a kind of higher, psycho-sounding, very melodic voice, like celebrating the word ‘things’.
Is there anyone here who knows and appreciates WFMU, who might know what the song title and author was, or how I can get a copy of it?
It’s been so long, and I’ve found every other weird and funny song I’ve ever heard except for this one.
On that same show on WFMU, they also Played Godley & Creme’s ‘Sandwiches of You’
I’ve listened to hundreds of versions of ‘My favorite Things’, and it wasn’t any of those.
Thanks, for any help. Please feel free to e-mail me, if you can. giotkr at earthlink dot net
Posted by: Tony NYC | May 14, 2009 at 10:44 PM
Razzy McThaxton
This fella is MOST DFEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family(Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs.
Posted by: Razzy McThaxton | March 16, 2012 at 09:00 AM


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