1:07
AM, MONDAY, 1 APRIL, 2013
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MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOG URLS 2006-2013
HAMMONTON,
NEW JERSEY & FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
OK
folks, let's get right down to cases here, and not waste a lot of
each others time.
First,
the MPB for MARCH-2013 was 32%. Now most of the other 68% were
no days of overflowing happiness by any stretch of the mind, and many
were close to closing out at the bottom rating of one for the main
parameters of life. I said on a blog a few back now, that I started
keeping these life rating charts in the summer of 1983, it was a typo
folks, I started it somewhere at the very end of July or the first
few days in August in 1982, while residing at Apartment number 1802,
at Robin Hill, in Voorhees Township, in New Jersey, before leaving
there on February the first in 1983, for 134 Norris Avenue in Atco,
New Jersey, to the rental home owned by Jerry Pliner, who also owned
the L&S Nursing Home on Jackson Road in the neighboring town of
Berlin, huh Jaylo Dinerdoors? Yes Lads and Lassies, etcetera; my
super BOTBAR MARCH DAYS were on the
following dates: 2, 3, 5, 8, 10, 11, 12, 13,
24, 29. Ever since August 15, 1986, 95-99% of my BOTBARS are
caused by direct attacks and assaults done to me by what I have named
and called, the “WOMO-MILITUFORCE”. The MPB or (Magnetic
Percentage Botbar) for March, being 10 for 31 comes to as stated
earlier, a nasty-ass 32%, verses the first two months of this year,
being January's 29%, and February's 21%. The first quarter-2013
average, holds and stands now at 27%. Also, March was 5% worse than
the first 2-month or first annual sixth average of 25%. Now that this
technical data is out of the way, notice I told you the horrible
Friday given to me last week, would create another big Dow Jones
uptick, and IT DID, maybe not as bad as I had worried would be the
case, but bad enough. I
TOLD YOU, GINA! Don't tell me please folks, that I am a
butt wipe who doesn't know what I AM talking about as this simply is
a lie folks, as I certainly do know, and yes, if I AM the only one
honking my horn, so be it then, HONK-HONK-HONK-HONK-HONK!!
Moving right along
good people, I have discussed the science of MPT (Magnetic Percentage
Tech), but to reiterate it again here on this blog; How something
COMMENCES, and then CONTINUES, has a powerful pulling or magnetic
effect, on how that same something goes onto COMPLETE, or the THREE
C's, is another sort way of saying all of this. This particular
something in the illustration in this blog, is the month of
2013-MARCH. It started bad, it continued bad, and even though it got
a little bit better, look how the actual finishing percentage for
BOTBAR ended up being 5% more negative than the combining average of
the first two months in 2013. A trick in all of this is the
QUARTER-READ. Roughly 7 or 8 days is a quarter of the average month,
so let us use 8, and here is how things all played freaking out for
months 1-3 for me. In January, the first two BOTBAR DAYS were January
2 and January 8, or 2 for 8, a MPB of 25% as of the eighth day of
January. Normally, you can expect that by the end of this month, a
tolerance range of 20% (+) (-) or in other words, 20 percent of 25 is
5, so the month will end normally at somewhere between 5 less and 5
greater than the amount on the eighth, which is 25, so between
20-30%, and it was indeed 29%. Nothing is perfect, but stuff like
this does tend to become magnetized, and thus is called the
technology of applying magnetic percentages. Whether I invented this
or not is not known to me at this time, as I had a major ivy league
professor of statistical mathematics tell me back in the early
nineties, that I had invented a new math discipline with my using
applied parallel event to roulette, in the exact way that I did back
in 1986 to win money at the Atlantic City casinos. His name was
Professor Deturch. Both the U of P and DT know that my ability to
apply mathematics to life is unique, and the Donald to this day is
concerned, and although may deny it, the university may or may not be
able to confirm my story, if the professor is still alive, after all
it's been a little more than an Astral Briper or over 20 years. What
I did in 1986 with applying PARALLEL-EVENT to the game of roulette,
involved a double bubble action of using a slightly different form of
Magnetic Percentage Technology in conjunction with it. Waiting for
one of the 12 parameters to grow a strong parallel event to a
remaining game parameter one way or another is normally enough to win
consistent money, but adding to this a form of built in safety
measuring ratios, makes it just that much harder for the house dealer
to defeat you. So far, no Einstein on the planet has a total formula
for why random works in numerous microcosms the way that it does, but
I have come close to isolating some of these mystical motions of STM.
But before I get HIT at the festival and my home catches fire, let me
end this conversation and just sing Atlantic Queen to myself, and
think of soft quieter things like warm May breezes and cold lemonade,
and a screened in porch, and a nice easy chair. Years ago, I would
add in a heirum of women, but that was then, and unlike the rest of
stupid humanity, I grew up when it was time to do so, and I don't go
out popping a ton of V-pills, and pretend I'm 25 again. I'd settle
for a 25% MPB or lower, screw everything else, YO.
Now
it is late and this is not going to be a huge blog. This is just one
little example of things to come in April and as the spring of 2013
continues to march along with the drums of the military, and the
great weather reports, in all necks of the woods. Remember how I
talked about confusing the possible dates of Pee's conception, the
giant girl at the JFK Hospital elevator, as well as the giant girl
who rang my apartment doorbell at Highview, on my blog that was
exactly two blogs previous to the one on Pee's birthday itself,
03/29/1997, and how I was suddenly struck with a slew of gigantic
girls all over the place, right after making this statement, and
after a long time without this weird and outlandish persecution by
the WOMO-M2F? Well, maybe you do not, so as your Sunday preacher
might do with the Holy bible, I will do with my own Morianity
Project, as this is what all of the blogs of Mountainpen are
essentially, one big MORIANTY-PROJECT, hopefully leading one day, to
the real opening of a real tangible MORIANITY-FOUNDATION. So this is
not a CAP off of the blog site itself at blogger, but it can be
checked there if you want. As your preacher in the church would say,
now bla bla bla blee blee blee, and now turn with me to such and
such, chapter and verse, well, here is my little handiwork for right
now good folks.
7:51
PM-EDST THURSDAY, 28 MARCH, 2013
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MARK WAYNE MOHR URLS 2006-2013
HAMMONTON,
NEW JERSEY & FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
The
first thing I will say is that I will be showing a lot of
interconnections throughout these now seven plus years of my blogs,
cutting and pasting or (capping) numerous things together, sort of
like our preachers do with their sermons, and referring to several
various passages of biblical scripture that all connect into their
particular sermon each week. I will not be doing it with this blog,
it will begin with the next several, and not always be part of the
mix, but it is long overdo as a necessary tool for me after so much
of Morianity has now all been spelled out and told. As some may have
guessed by now, there is indeed a powerful group of some sort or
somethings, all united somewhere, and right here on Earth. As
I speak, it is now a quarter before three of the clock, Eastern
Daylight Savings Time (EDST) on this twenty-seventh day of wonderful
March.
A
lot of loud music is coming from all over the place as well, I do not
know what it is about good old Wednesdays, Mister McGinty, but I sure
wish your cousin and wife did not interfere back in Leppie-97 when
you seemingly were very interested in hearing all about my problems,
to quote you exactly, sir, unless my memory has been PAWM-PIE-ETTOS
HACKED OUT by the what-else WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!
Yeah, not my problem huh, whose is it then, lovely Goddess Sarah
Jacobson, and do I buy three birthdays all being out of 365 days of
possibility, all just random, Dawn King's, my Uncle Stuart H.
Mason's, and I have blocked out the other one for some painful
reason, oh yes, lovely PEE when I mixed up the hospital giant rape
and the highview giant rape. I have had a lot of beautiful powerful
giant women force themselves on me since the first weekend in 1969,
and Wheeeeeeee, can I be that attractive?
3:39
PM-EDST, FRIDAY SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY
MARCH
29, 2013
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MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOG URLS 2006-2013
I
woke up and cleaned up and dressed, and went to the local library, as
the technical staff told me yesterday over the telephone to come over
at one of the clock. They were going to make some copies on my blank
CDR discs or whatever they're called, so I brought them, and then
upload to Youtube, the greedy fisherman song. It amazes me how only
kids seem to know how to do all this stuff, and even so-called teck
peeps do not. You must convert the music wave file into a video file.
I do not know how to do it any more than the well paid technical
staff do. I was able to get one lousy copy disc made for safe
keeping, but if they both should go, I AM FUCKED, and need a computer
service source such as the advertised 'Carbonite' or whatever, to
keep stuff that is beyond mother fucking replaceable.
So
it stands for the words of BOTTOM
OF
THE
BARREL
ALREADY
RATED,
hence the letters abbreviate into B---O---T---B---A---R.
I used to rate various parameters of my life each and every fucking
day from late July somewhere in 1983 until I quit and could no longer
stand writing down all fucking ONES on a chart sheet day after day
after day in the fucking pussy chewing early part of August somewhere
in 1997, while residing at the nightmare Somerdale, New Jersey
death-house, over at the corner of Misery and Suffering Streets, AKA
Harvard and Yale fucking Avenues, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before
I do, a moron child can tell you who understands the reality of
Applied Parallel Event or (APE) for short, that their
evil DOW JONES most likely flew
up today about 6 or 7 or 8 hundred mother fucking points. Nothing
would ever shock me anymore with this mother fucking twisted evil
dirt bag empire of Otammic pure scum!
So
everyone who knows 3% or more about my blogs and follows them even a
little bit, scream FUCK
ME, if you don't
think I could write on for about 200 mother fucking years.
No
more giant trashy girls to bother me, I am all safe in here tucked
away, with my handy little secret weapon if the McThug Gang wants to
ever break in and see if I'm a bliffing-bluffing; huh David Ultimate
Bacon? WEEEEEEEEE. Say hi to your pal DEEZY SLIM, and for my Morians
who like RAP MUSIC, he has a really cool channel, YO, so visit all
these dudes at http://youtube/deezyslim
and enjoy it. Me, well I kind of had my fill of all of this shit back
when my oldest daughter was in grammar school in 1980, with the great
and mighty non-oz gunman, AKA Lenny McKinnon, the record promoter,
with the 'other HARRAH' interesting set of parents,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Hay Mashell Daniels, sweetie; I don't judge,
just leave me alone, and let me get home, YO, as I do not belong in
your world, right Flatliner Mommy-1997??????????????????????
ODD-EEE-OSS, folks!
Then
it hits me, and the little light goes on; and you can hear Detective
Goren say 'BING', louder than the Liberty Bell in
Philly-57-Hick-Hock sticks, without all of the thumping loud noise
otherwise involved, and that would be, gee really folks; THOSE
TOWELS, BROTHER, OH
THOSE MOTHER FUCKING TOWELS.
Yeah
Billy, you and Rob know the score, whether you know it or not.
Remember the day I tried to show you all the giant sluts all over the
place, and then immediately, nothing anywhere, all over the entire
part of Atlantic City where we were, stood much over five foot three,
for an hour; as if they were all magically Potter transported off the
planet. Then finally, two big girls walked into Frailenger's Salt
Water Taffy Store, to buy some macaroons from Queenie? Yeah,
my life happens
every single day,
Billy, so that is what I
AM saying,
and I cannot speak for what Sally
is fucking saying,
holmes, YO!!!!!
Hay
doc, Washington or no Washington, it seems you have been totally
correct all along, and THAT IS NOT MY PROBLEM, no sir, but what you
did to me long before my driving instructions to get to your place
that day, now THAT is where Sir Rockdroid Roddenberry, AKA RORO can
really make his famous dick chewing statement for the gangs in the
hellfire club, cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W---O---W.
The
entire day was also loaded with something that has not been around
for a long time now, just bursting onto the scene like a fucking
atomic fucking ass bomb going right off in my face, and that is a
super super GIANT PUSSY'S ATTACK ALL OVER THE PLACE.
Did
I make my point folks and preachers, WHAAAAAAA?
YOU
HAVE READ
CHAPTER
NUMBER
29:
***MORIANITY
PART FIVE***
A
child knows that a lot of shit can be learned by visiting my Youtube
site that will be gone forever very shortly, your loss folks, not
freaking mine.
THE MASTER SHEET FOR MORIANITY PART FIVE:
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You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also, a little philosophy
for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
If
you have read this opening, feel free to skip this part.
FOLKS,
AS I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME
OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING,
WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. How can I possibly know when you are
reading what I am writing? I AM not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never will be, sort of like my old pal
David Charles Roth's only show in town. How he would always remind
me, seemingly on a daily basis, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not the
only show in town, nor will they ever be. I believe the tapes are
somewhere available in the great Library of Congress, Copyright
Office, in Washington, District of Columbia, a place may I add with a
very liberated attitude where the age of sexual consent should be
placed, and what is good for the lawmakers, is good for everyone
else, and if that is not true, just exactly how have I misspelled
America? XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how the
perverts must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all move
into our great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe that
you told me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter how I
spread around what you said to me, old
pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.
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