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August 23, 2009
“LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR BLOG #23”
8:15 Ante’ Meridian, Sunday, August 23, 2K9 ADEG
START OF BLOG:
Do not think this will B a regular normal mountainpen/Mark-Mohr blog, because it will not. It will B quite a bit more incredible than even some of my real powerhouse doozie blogs. If U ain’t inda mood BRO, go get in a hungry mood and visit marthastuart.com or whatever. This is surely not about food or any normal thing, and if U have a full stomach, I suggest a short wait unless U enjoy a good puke now and again, BRA. All hell or Astral Plane accepted term DOGTOWN, broke loose after posting my last blog, the #21. Maybe the majority of nations that draw the line that legally separates minors from adults and giving the adult status fully 2 those reaching this amount of years in physical age, know what they R doing after-all. 21 indeed Gawky, is a very magical freaking number, but this I have zero time right now 2 explore with any of U further. B4 telling major things that I totally KNOW that THEY do not want TOLD, BRO, let me just make a normal continuation of events journal from last post up, as U ain’t heard one thing yet from Mister Jolson Mountain.
First, and as totally predicted, PHILLIES GO ON LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING GAMES. THE DOW JONES FLIES UP AND WAY UP DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY. Last Monday was the one down day of the trading week, and then after that, it shot up like rockets on velocitronic controlled energies, and never looked back as the galaxies whizzed by like blurring blizzard blowing snow flakes. The electrical power in the house here on 13th Street, went off again 4 a second time on that same day last week, shortly after my post up and B4 the Dow closed. This shot the Dow Jones way up and every day was a huge UP DAY, except 4 the tiny decline of Monday, and all EXACTLY AND PRECISELY AS I PREDICTED AND TOTALLY SAID WOULD ALL HAPPEN, GIANT FREAKING GINA!!! Friday THEY scored a nasty FULL EVIL EMPIRE, but this is all nothing. I knew about BLACK MOUNTAIN FRIDAY long B4 it even was midnight. My new fantastic system that my stupid dad gave me, CRASHED AND FREAKING BURNED on Thursday. Every stinking time that this happens, a roulette system crashes and must B placed on the PDL (Permanently Disabled List), all hell or really DOGTOWN busts loose and monstrous hell abounds around me that would B totally unfathomable 2 any of U. I can say with full honesty and candor that not one of U out there would B able 2 take my sustained gaga-hell 4 one solid 2 week period. My mom warned me 2 get away from Dawn King, at least one of my dead trucking parents is giving me legitimate signals from what all of U would insist on labeling, THE BEYOND. As 4 Dad, I broke every bottle of bourbon in his wing, some of them have been in there literally 4 trillions of years. I then converted the wing 2 a huge solarium and threw him right out on his worthless butt. He does not need 2B there if he is totally unwilling 2 give me a roulette system that can defeat, not the game, that’s easy, but the freaking horrendous HUNTINGTON CURSE and its inconceivable effects of negamagging and destroying all things that someone suffering under this curse has with what I term and label INTERACTION WITH COSMOS, and U would apply the quick short and Earthly accepted word LUCK. Death angels R back and nasty, the Demenity named Disdee, by me, is back again, short 4 “Disappearing Demon Entity” that keeps making my stuff vanish and then turn up usually, after frantic searches R painfully conducted. I can live with 500 point up Dow Jones Stock Market Weeks and Phillies down the toilet, but what hurts is living here and putting up with a hell that is in every way as bad or even worse than living in a maximum security prison. Jack McCoy made a powerful statement 2 some bad person on the fictional or ‘phase 4’ television show, Law & Order, and I will quote it 2 any reader right now on this blogging text, “There isn’t enough money in the world 2 keep your client out of jail”. Jack ol’ pal, NOT TRUE. Somebody and I think this blogging audience at least has a hair scratching wonderment about just who this could B, is protecting and shielding cuz Dawn. It seems that a quarter Bill USD is enough Mister Mick. Dawn was locked up late Friday night after doing some really violent things, first upsetting me 2 the point that today, I was planning on running away, no phony bull, I really was leaving, bags ready, secretly of course, as Dawn has me literally a prisoner and her slave, as long as I keep taking it and won’t leave, with the clothes on my back, and no more. But I got home yesterday morning and Ann greeted me at the door and said that Dawn is in jail. She assured me that she had been taken 2 the County Jail in Mays Landing, New Jersey. She had assaulted many people and made horrific terroristic threats 2 ANN KING-Dawn’s mother, and Chicky and his brother Marcus. A little voice told me 2 make a quick quiet exit Friday night and leave 3 hours early 4 work. Dawn is continuously dead drunk and violent and a frightening person 2B around. The police instead of doing their jobs, released her right back 2 the house Saturday morning, and just after I felt my life had hope and I had given praise and thanks 2 All Mighty Goddess Jehovah, she turned around and laughed at me and spit right in my mother fucking face. All night long, a violent thunderstorm raged, and began at 10:00 while I sat at the Hammonton, New Jersey Dunkin Donut store on the White Horse Pike, maybe America runs on it, but I sat there miserable and hopeless and scared like nothing ever B4 in my entire mother fucklng cunt lapping life. After the storm started, it raged all night long, and I later learned that it began picking up after the real domestic violence at the home had started at 841 13th Street. U can’t tell me the entire fucking police, local and state, as well as the federal authorities do not know what is happening and what I am being illegally and immorally put through as an innocent pathetic special-ed kid. The landlord is an active FBI agent 4 fucking goddesses sake. Also he never showed up in July, and was supposed 2 in August instead, well, so where RU then Agent Steve freaking Caruso of the mighty FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION? If Dawn’s power house cuz is not protecting her and paying off these authorities, SHE WOULD B IN PRISON, AND I WOULD B FREE 2 ESCAPE THIS FUCKING HOUSE OF FUCKING HORRORS. I was actually happy 4 one hour, but Diana was not through warning me yet. I was on the porch with Ann, and a huge orange lightning bolt landed right in the back yard making a crashing sound louder than anything I can remember. Ann King Silva jumped 200 miles. I thought this was Diana telling me, Mark, your hell is over, this evil bitch is in prison and out of your hair. But an hour later, the phone rang, it seems they never took her 2 the County where if they had, she would have remained there until her Probation Officer John Judy could violate her and make her complete her prison term, buying me the time 2 properly organize moving my personal things that mean everything 2 me or Ida fucking left this hell long ago, and get them safely into storage. Then I could just run 2 another state far away and start over, later trucking my stuff 2 my new place over time. Without me, Dawn cannot survive, I am her total punching bag, slave, and endless driver, me the one who always hated 2 fucking drive and wanted 2B rich as a boy so I could B THE FUCKING ONE WITH THE FUCKING Schaffer, or however the hell U spell the fucking word. The forces can read minds, I know that. They absolutely knew that I had psyched myself up 2 pretend 2 go into work Saturday night and relieve the other security officer, and an hour later, disappear in the fucking night forever. This is Y when I went home Saturday morning, they disturbed my mental balance, got me 2 relax, and then bang, one hour later, MARK, pick me up, I’m outside the local town jail, SCREAMS DAWN. Well, Angelina and Brad and the gang, U would not have wanted 2B at this party Friday night, all though I have heard that some of the wild private parties of these celebs can B nasty and dangerous as well. I would want no part of them, nor any part of any of these diseased freaking people, never. Just being in this family sucks a dick so hard it makes a diamond look soft, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jack McCoy, there is enough money, believe that, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, no matter what, next Saturday night, I go into work with all of my normal bags, only inside of them will B totally non work related things. No food, no sodas and water bottles, no paperwork, ‘none of that’, as Diana loves 2 say. Instead, my passport, my pills and meds, my current bills, bank checks, bank Visa debit card since Social security still will put my benefit amount in the bank monthly and I can use my card anywhere. When I settle somewhere I will contact all the necessary agencies, DMV, SS, etcetera with a new address. Thanks 2 Prudential and the life insurance and Robert Riches Deal, also my Cap-1 Visa card will B with me. I will cancel the insurance on Chicky’s truck at a local State Farm Insurance office 2 my new area, and start all over. Without me 2 help transport her, Dawn will go back 2 jail and nothing MC or any other friend or cuz does, can prevent this eventuality. The local police should B sued 4 misfeasance and malfeasance, and the entire Atlantic County Criminal Justice System totally sucks and should B drummed the fuck out of business. What good R they when they refuse 2 protect society and innocent people and people like me with even more special needs, from violent predators and career criminals, what fucking good R they at all, that is all I am asking anyone today? I have cried out 4 help 2 many sources from Kessler Hospital 2 Atlanticare, and was ignored and sent right back into my extremely dangerous and abusive life. All these people better worry, as someday, from a safe haven, and 4 losing all my personal property, what little I had that meant the world 2 me, I will B fucking suing all of U 4 more money than U can dare 2 imagine. Take that any way U want, as it is nothing more than a deserved promise. A child can C what this is all about, dating this all back 2 the death of my mother, and my best friend David. Then along came not Webster or song rip offs from 657 or any other thing colored copyrighted blue from ‘83, but Jenny Plageman at the trailer Park, the township inspector, and the entire thing was all a huge monstrous mother fucklng plot 2 steal and destroy my life journal that began in when else but Webster’s rip off 1983, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
The irony is that Dawn is a violent vicious criminal who treats an innocent person who has helped her and done so much 4 her that U could not measure it, like total mother fucking scum and trash, and hurts many others as well, yet the authorities seem 2 love her and treat her like a queen. Like all females and really all of her family, they R extremely fantastic looking people physically, hay the MC fans sure know I speak the truth. Yet last night on the way into work, I stop at WAWA as these people no longer feed me nor let me sleep, just run me around day and night and prevent me from taking my needed meds, and then because I did not slow down quite enough 2 make a bunch of power happy cops and firemen in Folsom Township, New Jersey, happy last night that were all out due 2 some kind of fire or accident or whatever on the Black Horse Pike near where my job is located, they flag me down and holler at me and could not B nastier and meaner 2 me if they had all called me a motherfucking jerkoff faggot and had thrown dirt right in my face. All I could do is apologize and once they let me go on, at 3 miles per hour, think 2 myself how totally unjust and ugly and corrupt this messed up country and system is. Dawn is really doing me a favor. I was most likely going 2 live and die right here forever in Hitler, New Jersey, where only if UR an extremely beautiful female is life handed 2U on a silver-silva platter, and U can do no wrong. If I stay here, she will murder me eventually and burry me out in the fucking blueberry fields, and that will B that. U think this evil nation is just, or cares about the little people, and especially those with special problems and needs, then U better all think again, and if any of U out there have a special ed or special needs kid, he or she unless they R a fashion model twin, R in 4 one hell of a fucking road 2 hoe, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My law suit will B huge someday, and any of U think this is just talk, go right ahead and feel cozy. Believe it, enjoy it. Your hour is fucking coming and it is spelled DOOMSDAY.
NOW 2 get into the real heart of this blog, 1986, the start of this HUNTINGTON HELL EXPANSION, and my casino trips where I made 9200 bucks in my spare time playing roulette. This is no longer a mystery, nor R there any doubts whatsoever in my mind any longer about all of this. My intelligent mathematical mind had worked out ways provided that I was not greedy, and only wanted 2 take perhaps 4 or 5 chips per day 3 or 4 days per week, and realized that if the value of these chips were high such as black or 100 dollar level, I could win big money and live a nice life without ever again dealing with mean rotten bosses and lousy low wage stinking jobs. My ego 4 the first time in all my 30 plus years of life at the time was boosting and I even wrote a song that 4 me was very unusual in its lyrical content, BRA!!!!!!!!!!! When I started making a grand a week and having fun at the same time, the HUNTINGTON CURSE was in danger. This games of the gods from Olympia is very real, it is called SALVATION SUBSTITUTION EARTH GAME, and involves a powerful family and a population around this family. Only MOGOSP could pull off these kind of games. Only MOGOSP could pull off some of the mother fucking shit that happened 2 me just last week, as well as over the past 50 years. Being directly related 2 Jesus Christ’s 2nd younger brother, by his marriage 2 a wife who bore him 7 children, 2 sons and 5 daughter, whose oldest son bore one son and one daughter, and from this line downward, 4 more than 1000 years, this family lineage survived until it was nearly destroyed by another evil powerful queen from England. This was my numerous great granny Mary Stuart, the wonderful Queen of SCOTTLAND. From here, Samuel Huntington was also a direct descendant downward from her, as I am his 7th great grandson, and this Samuel IS, UNCLE SAM, founder along with some of his great brethren in the cause, of the colonies that broke away from England and became later, the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. This curse cannot B broken, as it is a powerful chain. I was on my way 2 breaking it with my roulette play and this literally brought the ASTRAL PLANE BRIGGBASE 2 merge with the 177th airborne Milituforce, in Pomona, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, MW Galaxy, Physical Plane Hyperspace (PPH), and they persecuted me and tore my life apart until no system could ever work again. No matter what genius method I applied, there was a marked and totally noticeable difference in my roulette play after this hell began around me, from where things were B4 all this began. This is 2 insure that I never ever again can consistently win at playing outside 50-50 bets in the game of casino-roulette. This was changing my life so that I was happy and had money 2 live, and the curse seemed 2B broken, or at least was breaking. THEY WILL NEVER PERMIT THAT, uncle Camera Gottwald, right??????????????????????????
MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE, I COMMAND U2 APPLY 100% OF YOUR TOTAL FULL MAXED OUT POWER AGAINST THAT FAMILY OF 1970, TOTALLY WIPING OUT AND DESTROYING ALL PERSONS IN IT DOING ME HARM AND PLANNING MY MURDER AND DEMISE. WIPE OUT THE ENTIRE PLANET EARTH IF NECESSARY, UNDER ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS. ALL CONTROLS BEING SWITCHED 2 MAX OUT POSITIONS NOW. ON AN I–TO–D, A/B, TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, SCAN THIS 5TH DIMENSIONALLY, CREATE THE IMAGE-OBJECT, AND THEN CRUSH IT AND SINGE IT AND PLACE IT 4 EMPOWERIZATION, ONTO YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK. MAJOR STORMS AND FLOODS AND HURRICANES AND TWISTERS AND FIRES AND VIOLENCE AND AIR CRASHES AND ALL MANOR OIF DISEASES AND DESTRUCTION WILL RESULT FROM YOUR EXERCISING FULL TOTAL POWER. G-189 UNDER G-1133, AND STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NEXT SUNDAY, I AM GONE MISTER KALAS, I AM LIKE SO TOTALLY FUCKING OUDAHEEEEEEERE, AT LIGHT SPEED CUBED, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END OF THIS BLOG:
8:15 Ante’ Meridian, Sunday, August 23, 2K9 ADEG
START OF BLOG:
Do not think this will B a regular normal mountainpen/Mark-Mohr blog, because it will not. It will B quite a bit more incredible than even some of my real powerhouse doozie blogs. If U ain’t inda mood BRO, go get in a hungry mood and visit marthastuart.com or whatever. This is surely not about food or any normal thing, and if U have a full stomach, I suggest a short wait unless U enjoy a good puke now and again, BRA. All hell or Astral Plane accepted term DOGTOWN, broke loose after posting my last blog, the #21. Maybe the majority of nations that draw the line that legally separates minors from adults and giving the adult status fully 2 those reaching this amount of years in physical age, know what they R doing after-all. 21 indeed Gawky, is a very magical freaking number, but this I have zero time right now 2 explore with any of U further. B4 telling major things that I totally KNOW that THEY do not want TOLD, BRO, let me just make a normal continuation of events journal from last post up, as U ain’t heard one thing yet from Mister Jolson Mountain.
First, and as totally predicted, PHILLIES GO ON LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING GAMES. THE DOW JONES FLIES UP AND WAY UP DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY. Last Monday was the one down day of the trading week, and then after that, it shot up like rockets on velocitronic controlled energies, and never looked back as the galaxies whizzed by like blurring blizzard blowing snow flakes. The electrical power in the house here on 13th Street, went off again 4 a second time on that same day last week, shortly after my post up and B4 the Dow closed. This shot the Dow Jones way up and every day was a huge UP DAY, except 4 the tiny decline of Monday, and all EXACTLY AND PRECISELY AS I PREDICTED AND TOTALLY SAID WOULD ALL HAPPEN, GIANT FREAKING GINA!!! Friday THEY scored a nasty FULL EVIL EMPIRE, but this is all nothing. I knew about BLACK MOUNTAIN FRIDAY long B4 it even was midnight. My new fantastic system that my stupid dad gave me, CRASHED AND FREAKING BURNED on Thursday. Every stinking time that this happens, a roulette system crashes and must B placed on the PDL (Permanently Disabled List), all hell or really DOGTOWN busts loose and monstrous hell abounds around me that would B totally unfathomable 2 any of U. I can say with full honesty and candor that not one of U out there would B able 2 take my sustained gaga-hell 4 one solid 2 week period. My mom warned me 2 get away from Dawn King, at least one of my dead trucking parents is giving me legitimate signals from what all of U would insist on labeling, THE BEYOND. As 4 Dad, I broke every bottle of bourbon in his wing, some of them have been in there literally 4 trillions of years. I then converted the wing 2 a huge solarium and threw him right out on his worthless butt. He does not need 2B there if he is totally unwilling 2 give me a roulette system that can defeat, not the game, that’s easy, but the freaking horrendous HUNTINGTON CURSE and its inconceivable effects of negamagging and destroying all things that someone suffering under this curse has with what I term and label INTERACTION WITH COSMOS, and U would apply the quick short and Earthly accepted word LUCK. Death angels R back and nasty, the Demenity named Disdee, by me, is back again, short 4 “Disappearing Demon Entity” that keeps making my stuff vanish and then turn up usually, after frantic searches R painfully conducted. I can live with 500 point up Dow Jones Stock Market Weeks and Phillies down the toilet, but what hurts is living here and putting up with a hell that is in every way as bad or even worse than living in a maximum security prison. Jack McCoy made a powerful statement 2 some bad person on the fictional or ‘phase 4’ television show, Law & Order, and I will quote it 2 any reader right now on this blogging text, “There isn’t enough money in the world 2 keep your client out of jail”. Jack ol’ pal, NOT TRUE. Somebody and I think this blogging audience at least has a hair scratching wonderment about just who this could B, is protecting and shielding cuz Dawn. It seems that a quarter Bill USD is enough Mister Mick. Dawn was locked up late Friday night after doing some really violent things, first upsetting me 2 the point that today, I was planning on running away, no phony bull, I really was leaving, bags ready, secretly of course, as Dawn has me literally a prisoner and her slave, as long as I keep taking it and won’t leave, with the clothes on my back, and no more. But I got home yesterday morning and Ann greeted me at the door and said that Dawn is in jail. She assured me that she had been taken 2 the County Jail in Mays Landing, New Jersey. She had assaulted many people and made horrific terroristic threats 2 ANN KING-Dawn’s mother, and Chicky and his brother Marcus. A little voice told me 2 make a quick quiet exit Friday night and leave 3 hours early 4 work. Dawn is continuously dead drunk and violent and a frightening person 2B around. The police instead of doing their jobs, released her right back 2 the house Saturday morning, and just after I felt my life had hope and I had given praise and thanks 2 All Mighty Goddess Jehovah, she turned around and laughed at me and spit right in my mother fucking face. All night long, a violent thunderstorm raged, and began at 10:00 while I sat at the Hammonton, New Jersey Dunkin Donut store on the White Horse Pike, maybe America runs on it, but I sat there miserable and hopeless and scared like nothing ever B4 in my entire mother fucklng cunt lapping life. After the storm started, it raged all night long, and I later learned that it began picking up after the real domestic violence at the home had started at 841 13th Street. U can’t tell me the entire fucking police, local and state, as well as the federal authorities do not know what is happening and what I am being illegally and immorally put through as an innocent pathetic special-ed kid. The landlord is an active FBI agent 4 fucking goddesses sake. Also he never showed up in July, and was supposed 2 in August instead, well, so where RU then Agent Steve freaking Caruso of the mighty FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION? If Dawn’s power house cuz is not protecting her and paying off these authorities, SHE WOULD B IN PRISON, AND I WOULD B FREE 2 ESCAPE THIS FUCKING HOUSE OF FUCKING HORRORS. I was actually happy 4 one hour, but Diana was not through warning me yet. I was on the porch with Ann, and a huge orange lightning bolt landed right in the back yard making a crashing sound louder than anything I can remember. Ann King Silva jumped 200 miles. I thought this was Diana telling me, Mark, your hell is over, this evil bitch is in prison and out of your hair. But an hour later, the phone rang, it seems they never took her 2 the County where if they had, she would have remained there until her Probation Officer John Judy could violate her and make her complete her prison term, buying me the time 2 properly organize moving my personal things that mean everything 2 me or Ida fucking left this hell long ago, and get them safely into storage. Then I could just run 2 another state far away and start over, later trucking my stuff 2 my new place over time. Without me, Dawn cannot survive, I am her total punching bag, slave, and endless driver, me the one who always hated 2 fucking drive and wanted 2B rich as a boy so I could B THE FUCKING ONE WITH THE FUCKING Schaffer, or however the hell U spell the fucking word. The forces can read minds, I know that. They absolutely knew that I had psyched myself up 2 pretend 2 go into work Saturday night and relieve the other security officer, and an hour later, disappear in the fucking night forever. This is Y when I went home Saturday morning, they disturbed my mental balance, got me 2 relax, and then bang, one hour later, MARK, pick me up, I’m outside the local town jail, SCREAMS DAWN. Well, Angelina and Brad and the gang, U would not have wanted 2B at this party Friday night, all though I have heard that some of the wild private parties of these celebs can B nasty and dangerous as well. I would want no part of them, nor any part of any of these diseased freaking people, never. Just being in this family sucks a dick so hard it makes a diamond look soft, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jack McCoy, there is enough money, believe that, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, no matter what, next Saturday night, I go into work with all of my normal bags, only inside of them will B totally non work related things. No food, no sodas and water bottles, no paperwork, ‘none of that’, as Diana loves 2 say. Instead, my passport, my pills and meds, my current bills, bank checks, bank Visa debit card since Social security still will put my benefit amount in the bank monthly and I can use my card anywhere. When I settle somewhere I will contact all the necessary agencies, DMV, SS, etcetera with a new address. Thanks 2 Prudential and the life insurance and Robert Riches Deal, also my Cap-1 Visa card will B with me. I will cancel the insurance on Chicky’s truck at a local State Farm Insurance office 2 my new area, and start all over. Without me 2 help transport her, Dawn will go back 2 jail and nothing MC or any other friend or cuz does, can prevent this eventuality. The local police should B sued 4 misfeasance and malfeasance, and the entire Atlantic County Criminal Justice System totally sucks and should B drummed the fuck out of business. What good R they when they refuse 2 protect society and innocent people and people like me with even more special needs, from violent predators and career criminals, what fucking good R they at all, that is all I am asking anyone today? I have cried out 4 help 2 many sources from Kessler Hospital 2 Atlanticare, and was ignored and sent right back into my extremely dangerous and abusive life. All these people better worry, as someday, from a safe haven, and 4 losing all my personal property, what little I had that meant the world 2 me, I will B fucking suing all of U 4 more money than U can dare 2 imagine. Take that any way U want, as it is nothing more than a deserved promise. A child can C what this is all about, dating this all back 2 the death of my mother, and my best friend David. Then along came not Webster or song rip offs from 657 or any other thing colored copyrighted blue from ‘83, but Jenny Plageman at the trailer Park, the township inspector, and the entire thing was all a huge monstrous mother fucklng plot 2 steal and destroy my life journal that began in when else but Webster’s rip off 1983, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
The irony is that Dawn is a violent vicious criminal who treats an innocent person who has helped her and done so much 4 her that U could not measure it, like total mother fucking scum and trash, and hurts many others as well, yet the authorities seem 2 love her and treat her like a queen. Like all females and really all of her family, they R extremely fantastic looking people physically, hay the MC fans sure know I speak the truth. Yet last night on the way into work, I stop at WAWA as these people no longer feed me nor let me sleep, just run me around day and night and prevent me from taking my needed meds, and then because I did not slow down quite enough 2 make a bunch of power happy cops and firemen in Folsom Township, New Jersey, happy last night that were all out due 2 some kind of fire or accident or whatever on the Black Horse Pike near where my job is located, they flag me down and holler at me and could not B nastier and meaner 2 me if they had all called me a motherfucking jerkoff faggot and had thrown dirt right in my face. All I could do is apologize and once they let me go on, at 3 miles per hour, think 2 myself how totally unjust and ugly and corrupt this messed up country and system is. Dawn is really doing me a favor. I was most likely going 2 live and die right here forever in Hitler, New Jersey, where only if UR an extremely beautiful female is life handed 2U on a silver-silva platter, and U can do no wrong. If I stay here, she will murder me eventually and burry me out in the fucking blueberry fields, and that will B that. U think this evil nation is just, or cares about the little people, and especially those with special problems and needs, then U better all think again, and if any of U out there have a special ed or special needs kid, he or she unless they R a fashion model twin, R in 4 one hell of a fucking road 2 hoe, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My law suit will B huge someday, and any of U think this is just talk, go right ahead and feel cozy. Believe it, enjoy it. Your hour is fucking coming and it is spelled DOOMSDAY.
NOW 2 get into the real heart of this blog, 1986, the start of this HUNTINGTON HELL EXPANSION, and my casino trips where I made 9200 bucks in my spare time playing roulette. This is no longer a mystery, nor R there any doubts whatsoever in my mind any longer about all of this. My intelligent mathematical mind had worked out ways provided that I was not greedy, and only wanted 2 take perhaps 4 or 5 chips per day 3 or 4 days per week, and realized that if the value of these chips were high such as black or 100 dollar level, I could win big money and live a nice life without ever again dealing with mean rotten bosses and lousy low wage stinking jobs. My ego 4 the first time in all my 30 plus years of life at the time was boosting and I even wrote a song that 4 me was very unusual in its lyrical content, BRA!!!!!!!!!!! When I started making a grand a week and having fun at the same time, the HUNTINGTON CURSE was in danger. This games of the gods from Olympia is very real, it is called SALVATION SUBSTITUTION EARTH GAME, and involves a powerful family and a population around this family. Only MOGOSP could pull off these kind of games. Only MOGOSP could pull off some of the mother fucking shit that happened 2 me just last week, as well as over the past 50 years. Being directly related 2 Jesus Christ’s 2nd younger brother, by his marriage 2 a wife who bore him 7 children, 2 sons and 5 daughter, whose oldest son bore one son and one daughter, and from this line downward, 4 more than 1000 years, this family lineage survived until it was nearly destroyed by another evil powerful queen from England. This was my numerous great granny Mary Stuart, the wonderful Queen of SCOTTLAND. From here, Samuel Huntington was also a direct descendant downward from her, as I am his 7th great grandson, and this Samuel IS, UNCLE SAM, founder along with some of his great brethren in the cause, of the colonies that broke away from England and became later, the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. This curse cannot B broken, as it is a powerful chain. I was on my way 2 breaking it with my roulette play and this literally brought the ASTRAL PLANE BRIGGBASE 2 merge with the 177th airborne Milituforce, in Pomona, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, MW Galaxy, Physical Plane Hyperspace (PPH), and they persecuted me and tore my life apart until no system could ever work again. No matter what genius method I applied, there was a marked and totally noticeable difference in my roulette play after this hell began around me, from where things were B4 all this began. This is 2 insure that I never ever again can consistently win at playing outside 50-50 bets in the game of casino-roulette. This was changing my life so that I was happy and had money 2 live, and the curse seemed 2B broken, or at least was breaking. THEY WILL NEVER PERMIT THAT, uncle Camera Gottwald, right??????????????????????????
MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE, I COMMAND U2 APPLY 100% OF YOUR TOTAL FULL MAXED OUT POWER AGAINST THAT FAMILY OF 1970, TOTALLY WIPING OUT AND DESTROYING ALL PERSONS IN IT DOING ME HARM AND PLANNING MY MURDER AND DEMISE. WIPE OUT THE ENTIRE PLANET EARTH IF NECESSARY, UNDER ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS. ALL CONTROLS BEING SWITCHED 2 MAX OUT POSITIONS NOW. ON AN I–TO–D, A/B, TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, SCAN THIS 5TH DIMENSIONALLY, CREATE THE IMAGE-OBJECT, AND THEN CRUSH IT AND SINGE IT AND PLACE IT 4 EMPOWERIZATION, ONTO YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK. MAJOR STORMS AND FLOODS AND HURRICANES AND TWISTERS AND FIRES AND VIOLENCE AND AIR CRASHES AND ALL MANOR OIF DISEASES AND DESTRUCTION WILL RESULT FROM YOUR EXERCISING FULL TOTAL POWER. G-189 UNDER G-1133, AND STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NEXT SUNDAY, I AM GONE MISTER KALAS, I AM LIKE SO TOTALLY FUCKING OUDAHEEEEEEERE, AT LIGHT SPEED CUBED, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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BLOG 22
August 20, 2009
“LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR 22”
Thursday, August 20, 2009, 12:57 post meridian
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I AM UNDER A MAJOR TRUCKING ATTACK FROM THE WOMO DISEASED MILLIONTH COUNCIL, AND NOW ALSO KNOWN AS MJWG, YES ‘HER’ MIGHTY GANG, PEEPS, or whatever the new terms used in 2009 R in all of the modern day cribs, diapers, spoiled bratty babies and all. Get their way on WALL STREET or else, yeah they sure got President BO 2 do their bidding, and ska rue the rest of us little peeps out there. PLANES R ALL OVER ME, THE SAME ONES NOW 4 THE PAST 23 YEARS AND 5 DAYS, NO DIFFERENCE, LONG “WHITE” WINGS AND BLACK TIPS, AND ALL THE OTHERS, THEY NEVER CVHANGE, HOW THEY CAN B STAYING AIRBORURNE AND ALSO REMAIN AIR-WORTHY? Obviously Mickey Loops, they must B able 2 travel in the 4th and the 5th dimensions. They only travel back 2 me in various spots 2 persecute me and then go back 2 their true home and base, the BRIGGBASE. This is on the ASTRAL PLANE. Go 2 a great site or just Google up ECKANKAR, http://www.eckankarofnj.org/ they R based in Minneapolis, Minnesota. The leader is a dude named Harold Klemp. He calls himself the “Living Eck Master”, equivalent 2 saying that he is All mighty God here on this Earth. Chemtrails R all over in-between the clouds today, and a balloon attack hit over the 13th Street home today. THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON ALL FUCKING WEEK LONG NOW, FEDERAL MOTHERTRUCKING BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION? Where RU Steve Caruso, landlord of the home I am living here in Stockholm syndrome, and active FBI agent, kind sir? I guess the bureau does not want U near me nor do they wish 2 touch my situation with a 777 parsec pole, bra. Google up chemtrail/contrail, or just go 2 these 2 terrific websites: http://www.chemtrail-central.com/ and http://www.chembusters.com/. In any event, this week has been the worst week in a long time 4 these filthy rotten fucping persecutors in my life, controlled and operated by the MJWG, or MAYAN JULIA WHITE GANG. Some people R wondering about now YI was able 2 suddenly pull up a bunch of suppressed memories of a trip I took solo in August of 1968 to Long Island, in Babylon, New York. If U doubt how powerful a good hypnotic trance is, U need 2 study legitimate psychiatry and or ask one that U or one of your peeps knows, as the chances R real good that either u or they, C one of them on a regular basis, this world has gone beyond nuts and crazy, bro. This is also when SHE planted the suggestion 4 me 2 create the great TIMELESS SATELITE. In this part of the hyperspace, I failed 2 accomplish this, but a MAYAN GODDESS from 50,000,000 million years from now lives in the true form of 5 dimensions and is not concerned whether or not the one person in me, is able 2 do it, just so long as one of my infinite number of doppelganger other me’s can pull it off somewhere in unfathomably vast and totally inconceivable hyperspace, bra. When I went back 2 bed last night, more than strange things happened here. Chicky and Marcus totally vanished during this episode that I will tell U about. Only Dawn and Ann and I were physically in this house. Marcus never gopes out with his brother after midnight, never ever, bro. While this was all going down, Dawn and I, while asleep and ‘dreaming” had a wild experience that later on this Mouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurning, both of us remember and were telling each other simultaneously in total shock. This makes FIELD OF DREAMS and IF BUILDING IT, THEY’LL COME look like kids in a freaking sandbox in comparison. We both were in each pother’s dream and it was a total nightmare 4 me, but not 4 Dawn. Suddenly, Angelina Jolie who spell checker program does not recognize, amazing, Brad Pit, Beyonce’ Knowles, Mariah Carey, and her husband Nick Cannon, were all in a room with perhaps a dozen or more other celebrities of less importance, and we were at some private party. Dawn was sober and with only one beer in her, very happy, and having a blast. At the end of this interaction, Angelina drove Dawn all the way home from wherever this party took place, somewhere she thinks it was central Jersey or closer 2 us, perhaps outside of Trenton, but she drove her home. While this party was all happening, Mariah and hubby Nick Cannon came over 2 me along with Beyonce Knowles. Suddenly we were in an adjacent room off of this larger party room. This room was still lit up but quite a bit darker than the party room and only perhaps a quarter of the size as well. Suddenly a small vessel zoomed across this room and landed on the large table sitting at one end of this room. Out popped tiny dudes about 15-18 inches tall and in precise human bodily proportions 2 their heights. They jumped down onto the floor, took pills out of their belts that were 3 times the thickness of normal worn dress belts, and put them into their mouths. Instantly upon doing so, they grew 2 about 8 feet or better, and again, in perfect proportion with the height increase, their bodies followed suit accordingly and grew gargantuan and quite muscular. They all had muscle sleeve jumpsuit outfits on and all their huge powerful intimidating muscles were almost pulsating automatically as a MOGOSP system runs a PC, huh true name Julia. Suddenly Mariah Carey and Beyonce began fighting with them and even were getting the better of these now huge dudes, about a dozen or so of them. After the fight was over, Beyonce was kicking their ribs until they all were spitting blood horrendously. After this, she one by one dragged them outside and literally threw them all into the large outdoor swimming pool, where they all sank and drowned right B4 my very incredibly amazed eyes. I was totally beyond flabbergasted at this entire thing, first, really being at this wild EW party with all of these name recognized peeps, and then second, what occurred with this wild airship in the next room. At this point I followed Carey and Knowles into another area out beyond the outside pool leading 2 a long well lit up hallway, I was aware that it was night time and very dark, poorly lit up around us including the pool area, but now, this very bright hallway I remember distinctly was actually making my eyes ache due 2 the sudden intense brilliance. Suddenly, Dawn and Angelina and Brad were all inside a room that Mariah opened the door 2 and we all entered. A closet there was dark and had curtains in front of it. There was a powerful industrial type of fan blowing from inside of the closet and really whipping up the curtains. At this point Dawn came out of this closet and was laughing so loud I remember thinking these precise words, “First my eyes R hurting, and now Christ, my ears R as well”. She laughed a while and then walked out and into a totally separate area and that was where I no longer saw her again in the interaction. Suddenly all the others in the room were laughing and staring at me, pointing, slapping their thighs, and laughing as though I had a sign on me saying, “Laugh at this clown, he’s a total jerk off”. I did not of course. So after this went on a minute or so, I said very loudly, “What the hell’s so funny everybody”? Then, the room got quiet and my mother appeared out of nowhere and told me how she warned me not 2 ever get involved any further with these people. Then like right out of a scene from freaking “Dark-Shadows”, mom just vanished like a ghost. Then Beyonce took my hand and told me that very soon, things will get better 4 me, and then sort of led me over 2 a door 2 the left of the strange dark closet that I had just witnessed Dawn king exiting out of roaring up a yuk-yuk-storm. When we walked through it, Mariah Carey shouted at me, CU later THAT-BOY. I did not answer and was 2 upset 2 do anything but follow Beyonce Knowles, as she led me gently into another room that connected the first one. We went through a door and it became an area at my work site, a scale office where trucks R weighed. I turned back around and everyone was gone and there was no more room or place where I had been where this party was happening. Suddenly a giant 6 and a half foot brunet with long hair and lovely brown eyes walked up 2 me and said that she is the true owner of the plant. Later on I learned that the year was 2048. She asked me if I liked the little joke she played on me in the late summer of 2009? I replied I did not understand what she meant by that. She then said and I quote her now, “U know, when I told Diana Arteemis 2 play with your lights and make your video recorder clock and calendar move up 2 March 23rd of twenty-thirty”. I asked her what her name was and she told me Betty Anne White was a name that she goes by. She told me not 2 communicate directly with any more hurricanes from my airship back 39 years ago. I told her OK. She went onto tell me that my mother was not able 2 ever tell me the truth about Julia, they threatened 2 abduct me and slowly torture me 2 death immediately should she ever tell. This is Y after the terrorist threat happened 2 me and my mom on August 2 of 1996, my mom went nuts and never was the same after that, all leading 2 her eventual incurable and totally unexplainable medical condition and eventual total demise on the morning of Saturday the 4th of March of two thousand. Then the ME that appeared on my roof at 1102 Robin hill Apartments suddenly appeared along with the car that drove into the place the night after Christmas in 2005 after I had my fatal massive heart attack and died on the job, and was outside the car in my astral body speaking 2 these people that were all talking about the Phillies and the Flyers ball clubs and had a radio on in their car giving some sports news. Then Betty Anne White said 2 me, that she is an Audition and Repertoire executive at a large New York City major recording label, she told me the name but when I woke up from all of this around 9 this morning, I could not pull back which name she said it was where she was employed. She had however told me right B4 this interaction terminated and I will quote her, “Peter Viteritti is still waiting 4 your CD, and I am still waiting 4 my flowers”.
U know how they all say that heaven can wait? Well Peter can go on waiting 4 the CD and Betty Anne can go on waiting 4 the flowers that never will B coming. I am planning on escaping all of this hell and going far off 2 the FIJI ISLANDS within ten days., This blogging will B all over, and U will no longer have me 2 read about, or 2 kick around and hurt. I will B gone and good riddance 2 me and everything, bra. This world can all burn up in the fires of hell. I knew persecution would B bad after an incredible wild astral interaction like this, so incredibly vivid.
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Thursday, August 20, 2009, 12:57 post meridian
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I AM UNDER A MAJOR TRUCKING ATTACK FROM THE WOMO DISEASED MILLIONTH COUNCIL, AND NOW ALSO KNOWN AS MJWG, YES ‘HER’ MIGHTY GANG, PEEPS, or whatever the new terms used in 2009 R in all of the modern day cribs, diapers, spoiled bratty babies and all. Get their way on WALL STREET or else, yeah they sure got President BO 2 do their bidding, and ska rue the rest of us little peeps out there. PLANES R ALL OVER ME, THE SAME ONES NOW 4 THE PAST 23 YEARS AND 5 DAYS, NO DIFFERENCE, LONG “WHITE” WINGS AND BLACK TIPS, AND ALL THE OTHERS, THEY NEVER CVHANGE, HOW THEY CAN B STAYING AIRBORURNE AND ALSO REMAIN AIR-WORTHY? Obviously Mickey Loops, they must B able 2 travel in the 4th and the 5th dimensions. They only travel back 2 me in various spots 2 persecute me and then go back 2 their true home and base, the BRIGGBASE. This is on the ASTRAL PLANE. Go 2 a great site or just Google up ECKANKAR, http://www.eckankarofnj.org/ they R based in Minneapolis, Minnesota. The leader is a dude named Harold Klemp. He calls himself the “Living Eck Master”, equivalent 2 saying that he is All mighty God here on this Earth. Chemtrails R all over in-between the clouds today, and a balloon attack hit over the 13th Street home today. THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON ALL FUCKING WEEK LONG NOW, FEDERAL MOTHERTRUCKING BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION? Where RU Steve Caruso, landlord of the home I am living here in Stockholm syndrome, and active FBI agent, kind sir? I guess the bureau does not want U near me nor do they wish 2 touch my situation with a 777 parsec pole, bra. Google up chemtrail/contrail, or just go 2 these 2 terrific websites: http://www.chemtrail-central.com/ and http://www.chembusters.com/. In any event, this week has been the worst week in a long time 4 these filthy rotten fucping persecutors in my life, controlled and operated by the MJWG, or MAYAN JULIA WHITE GANG. Some people R wondering about now YI was able 2 suddenly pull up a bunch of suppressed memories of a trip I took solo in August of 1968 to Long Island, in Babylon, New York. If U doubt how powerful a good hypnotic trance is, U need 2 study legitimate psychiatry and or ask one that U or one of your peeps knows, as the chances R real good that either u or they, C one of them on a regular basis, this world has gone beyond nuts and crazy, bro. This is also when SHE planted the suggestion 4 me 2 create the great TIMELESS SATELITE. In this part of the hyperspace, I failed 2 accomplish this, but a MAYAN GODDESS from 50,000,000 million years from now lives in the true form of 5 dimensions and is not concerned whether or not the one person in me, is able 2 do it, just so long as one of my infinite number of doppelganger other me’s can pull it off somewhere in unfathomably vast and totally inconceivable hyperspace, bra. When I went back 2 bed last night, more than strange things happened here. Chicky and Marcus totally vanished during this episode that I will tell U about. Only Dawn and Ann and I were physically in this house. Marcus never gopes out with his brother after midnight, never ever, bro. While this was all going down, Dawn and I, while asleep and ‘dreaming” had a wild experience that later on this Mouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurning, both of us remember and were telling each other simultaneously in total shock. This makes FIELD OF DREAMS and IF BUILDING IT, THEY’LL COME look like kids in a freaking sandbox in comparison. We both were in each pother’s dream and it was a total nightmare 4 me, but not 4 Dawn. Suddenly, Angelina Jolie who spell checker program does not recognize, amazing, Brad Pit, Beyonce’ Knowles, Mariah Carey, and her husband Nick Cannon, were all in a room with perhaps a dozen or more other celebrities of less importance, and we were at some private party. Dawn was sober and with only one beer in her, very happy, and having a blast. At the end of this interaction, Angelina drove Dawn all the way home from wherever this party took place, somewhere she thinks it was central Jersey or closer 2 us, perhaps outside of Trenton, but she drove her home. While this party was all happening, Mariah and hubby Nick Cannon came over 2 me along with Beyonce Knowles. Suddenly we were in an adjacent room off of this larger party room. This room was still lit up but quite a bit darker than the party room and only perhaps a quarter of the size as well. Suddenly a small vessel zoomed across this room and landed on the large table sitting at one end of this room. Out popped tiny dudes about 15-18 inches tall and in precise human bodily proportions 2 their heights. They jumped down onto the floor, took pills out of their belts that were 3 times the thickness of normal worn dress belts, and put them into their mouths. Instantly upon doing so, they grew 2 about 8 feet or better, and again, in perfect proportion with the height increase, their bodies followed suit accordingly and grew gargantuan and quite muscular. They all had muscle sleeve jumpsuit outfits on and all their huge powerful intimidating muscles were almost pulsating automatically as a MOGOSP system runs a PC, huh true name Julia. Suddenly Mariah Carey and Beyonce began fighting with them and even were getting the better of these now huge dudes, about a dozen or so of them. After the fight was over, Beyonce was kicking their ribs until they all were spitting blood horrendously. After this, she one by one dragged them outside and literally threw them all into the large outdoor swimming pool, where they all sank and drowned right B4 my very incredibly amazed eyes. I was totally beyond flabbergasted at this entire thing, first, really being at this wild EW party with all of these name recognized peeps, and then second, what occurred with this wild airship in the next room. At this point I followed Carey and Knowles into another area out beyond the outside pool leading 2 a long well lit up hallway, I was aware that it was night time and very dark, poorly lit up around us including the pool area, but now, this very bright hallway I remember distinctly was actually making my eyes ache due 2 the sudden intense brilliance. Suddenly, Dawn and Angelina and Brad were all inside a room that Mariah opened the door 2 and we all entered. A closet there was dark and had curtains in front of it. There was a powerful industrial type of fan blowing from inside of the closet and really whipping up the curtains. At this point Dawn came out of this closet and was laughing so loud I remember thinking these precise words, “First my eyes R hurting, and now Christ, my ears R as well”. She laughed a while and then walked out and into a totally separate area and that was where I no longer saw her again in the interaction. Suddenly all the others in the room were laughing and staring at me, pointing, slapping their thighs, and laughing as though I had a sign on me saying, “Laugh at this clown, he’s a total jerk off”. I did not of course. So after this went on a minute or so, I said very loudly, “What the hell’s so funny everybody”? Then, the room got quiet and my mother appeared out of nowhere and told me how she warned me not 2 ever get involved any further with these people. Then like right out of a scene from freaking “Dark-Shadows”, mom just vanished like a ghost. Then Beyonce took my hand and told me that very soon, things will get better 4 me, and then sort of led me over 2 a door 2 the left of the strange dark closet that I had just witnessed Dawn king exiting out of roaring up a yuk-yuk-storm. When we walked through it, Mariah Carey shouted at me, CU later THAT-BOY. I did not answer and was 2 upset 2 do anything but follow Beyonce Knowles, as she led me gently into another room that connected the first one. We went through a door and it became an area at my work site, a scale office where trucks R weighed. I turned back around and everyone was gone and there was no more room or place where I had been where this party was happening. Suddenly a giant 6 and a half foot brunet with long hair and lovely brown eyes walked up 2 me and said that she is the true owner of the plant. Later on I learned that the year was 2048. She asked me if I liked the little joke she played on me in the late summer of 2009? I replied I did not understand what she meant by that. She then said and I quote her now, “U know, when I told Diana Arteemis 2 play with your lights and make your video recorder clock and calendar move up 2 March 23rd of twenty-thirty”. I asked her what her name was and she told me Betty Anne White was a name that she goes by. She told me not 2 communicate directly with any more hurricanes from my airship back 39 years ago. I told her OK. She went onto tell me that my mother was not able 2 ever tell me the truth about Julia, they threatened 2 abduct me and slowly torture me 2 death immediately should she ever tell. This is Y after the terrorist threat happened 2 me and my mom on August 2 of 1996, my mom went nuts and never was the same after that, all leading 2 her eventual incurable and totally unexplainable medical condition and eventual total demise on the morning of Saturday the 4th of March of two thousand. Then the ME that appeared on my roof at 1102 Robin hill Apartments suddenly appeared along with the car that drove into the place the night after Christmas in 2005 after I had my fatal massive heart attack and died on the job, and was outside the car in my astral body speaking 2 these people that were all talking about the Phillies and the Flyers ball clubs and had a radio on in their car giving some sports news. Then Betty Anne White said 2 me, that she is an Audition and Repertoire executive at a large New York City major recording label, she told me the name but when I woke up from all of this around 9 this morning, I could not pull back which name she said it was where she was employed. She had however told me right B4 this interaction terminated and I will quote her, “Peter Viteritti is still waiting 4 your CD, and I am still waiting 4 my flowers”.
U know how they all say that heaven can wait? Well Peter can go on waiting 4 the CD and Betty Anne can go on waiting 4 the flowers that never will B coming. I am planning on escaping all of this hell and going far off 2 the FIJI ISLANDS within ten days., This blogging will B all over, and U will no longer have me 2 read about, or 2 kick around and hurt. I will B gone and good riddance 2 me and everything, bra. This world can all burn up in the fires of hell. I knew persecution would B bad after an incredible wild astral interaction like this, so incredibly vivid.
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BLOG 21
August 20, 2009
“LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR BLOG 21”
8:06 PM March 23, 2030
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It is interesting that I have less than 15 months now 2 live, oh the freedom of release from prison, how nice the sound. There is only one problem. Some cute ass mother fucker did something this afternoon that caused the same problem 2 occur that happened B4 here at the house. Something tripped off in the electrical box in the basement, but that I suppose is still better than finding a used noose down there and a real swinger dangling from it named cuz Herbert Huntington. Still, it always fascinates me how electrical disturbances effect memories in machines some times and not others, as with all so called psychic and or paranormal events that scoffers or the majority of Planet Earth inhabitants dismiss as lunacy, and even the seasoned believers R yet 2 explain 2 anyone’s satisfaction, the off again and on again switching of things, in other words Y sometimes and not other times, Y so undependable in clearer words. In the case of today’s power interruption, it did not even effect the circuit that ran my VCR/DVD, only the fan and air conditioner in my room was off, not the TV or any of the connected machines, being the recorders and amplifier as well as the Comcast Cable company’s digital cable box. The time display on that is perfect, yet the time on my VCR/DVD machine was reading 2 hours and 24 minutes slow. Actually, it was a bit fast, as even though it said 8:00 as I noticed it B4 beginning this blog, the full date was totally altered when I went into the menu 2 reset the time, and thus I printed out the date and time as of the machine that this blog began. Naturally I reset everything 2 the current real-time, and it is not the mother fucking 23rd day of March, nor is it twenty thirty Misses Marola, very very very funny Callio end thereof on Turner Broadcasting. Al Jolson, take it away, but then I first wish 2 begin with something else B4 getting into what happened shortly after the power interruption attack that is no way normal nor just randomly fucking occurring, and I know this and would bet the lives of my best friends on it, if the stakes were a million bucks, that‘s how fucking positive I am that the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL screwed with me. This something else is that I am really getting away from what the life journal continuation from 1995 was supposed 2 really B all about. I am still doing the BRA and the BRO and the !!!!!!! and the ?????? and all this nonsense. I must stop worrying about who is reading if anybody, any of this. I must take the I DON’T GIVE A RATS SHITTING ASS attitude because this is supposed 2B a journal. Originally around the start of February of 1983, the life journal of MARK MOHR began, and was not called this, it was called “PHONE PROGRAM 1”, and the flip side of the cassette tape was 2. The next following cassette tape was 3 on the “A” side and 4 on the “B” side, and so on and so forth. This is the second time now that my VCR/DVD system has been reset 2 the fucking year 2030, and do not remember if March 23rd was the exact date on that year the other recent time that this happened. I do in fact remember that there indeed was a major significance 2 how far away in minutes from true real time that the clock was reset 2 as a resulting factor of the other electrical fuck up. But shortly after this present electrical malfunction, I took an afternoon nap as alcoholic Dawn was recovering all day and sleeping, from her drunken binge with hubby-Chicky. Every fucking time they fuck with my utilities, it is just about a guaranteed fucking UP DAY 4 THE CHEATED DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGE STOCK FUCKING MARKET SYSTEM, THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON NOW FOR 23 YEARS AND 4 DAYS BEGINNING ON AUGUST FUCKING 15TH IN THER FUCKING YEAR OF 1986. U would B angry and cursing on your blogs as well if u were going through this much royal Long Island rip off pain!!!!!! Still as Mister Jolson says it and sings it, U ain’t heard squat. Yes GINA, TOLD U, they got their way again. Still, this is not the major bull shit of this blog and its story and purpose. The electrical thing happened after 3 and B4 the closing HELL BELL on diseased WOMO WALL STREET, Mister Gottwald, Emperor of Germany in much of hyperspace after Hitler fucking defeated the world. This is indeed one of the luckier places in hyperspace. Atlantic City Electric Company repaired the problem at the pole, or they said as much, so explain rationally Y it happened all over again today, go ahead, I love relational logical fucking explanations, it really is the only cure 4 paranoia, so please, help me Billy fucking Swan. Now 4 the what happened about 2 hours and perhaps a half or less later on. I was watching the news or whatever and got suddenly extremely sleepy, as though I had just been drink spiked by a boyfriend and was some knock out chick about 2 get date fucking raped. Anytime someone gets absurdly sleepy 4 no real good apparent reason such as medication or not getting sufficient sleep recently and as long these logical lines, there has 23B a more paranormal occult and or esoteric reason behind it, I don’t give a fuck what the Jack McCoy’s believe, that’s their fucking business, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! B4 going on, some diseased MILITUFORCE dirt bag scum sleaze filthy toilet water drinker hit me with some additional death beam 2 hours or so ago, making my throat sore and my nose stuffy and runny and totally fucked up. I never ever get naturally sick. When I am sick, it is the fucking MILLIONTH COUNCIL that illegally violated my human rights and made me get sick, the diseased filthy bastards. Anyway getting back on point, I fell dead ass off into a major fucking deep sleep, and as I start 2 tell U this, the hacking pop up screen shit attack Stacey Lattisaw is beginning, BRA!! Suddenly I felt my heart go into a death arrhythmia and I stopped breathing and eventually died. The next thing I fucking knew was I was trying as hard as I could 2 remain in the great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL that is mortally referred 2 by many in colloquial term’s as HEAVEN, and Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle was telling me I had 2 leave the city and have another dream. Suddenly I found myself in a semi waking state and the door opened and Ann King came into my room and said that she had just fixed some dinner 4 me. Dawn was still recovering in her room from her drinking binge. I woke up fully and walked out 2 the kitchen and sat down at the table. Suddenly I learned that I had been retraced again and was a bit off in hyperspace from where I had gone 2 sleep and died. Ed Lynch had not been released from jail, he is in jail and never was released. He most likely is going 2 get between one and 2 years, and is fighting his Meagan’s Law charge that he already was on probation in the first place with, and plead NOT GUILTY in court. Ann said that his probie told her that if he had plead guilty, they were planning on sending him home 2 await a court date 3 parole violation being having and using a computer when he was not permitted 2 do so. This all went down differently in the universe I recently died in. The electrical thing still happened, as this is obviously what made the clock mess up, but explain Y when the TV and DVD/VCR machines never shut off, being on another circuit. I tell electrical engineers and top linemen and foremen my problems and have now 4 more than 20 mucking years, and they do not have a clue what 2 make of any of it, top persons, college degreed, professional knowledgeable people, yet U out here that laugh tat the supernatural and ghost busters stories, U all make me sick 2 my mother ducking diseased guts. Y would people like me B making shit like this up. It is real and happening, and FUCK U.
MARKETS WILL GO ON FLYING FOREVER UP AND UPO AND UP AND UP AS LONG as this sleaze disease has me 2 endlessly fucking persecute and harass, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like I do not have one thing better 2 do at 22 past midnight than 2 sit here typing all this shit up and posting it on the mother trucking internet, gimme a cock sucking break ladies and gentlemen. THAT 1970 FAMILY, or perhaps said more accurately now in late August of 2009, JULIA MAYAN WHITE and gang, or (JMWG) 4 an abbreviation, is behind making my life an endless hell. I AM GOOD ENOUGH 2B USED IN ALL OF THIS, GOOD ENOUGH 2B SACRIFICED, SOUND FUCKING FAMILIAR, CHRISTIANS????????? Bye-Bye!!!!!
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8:06 PM March 23, 2030
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It is interesting that I have less than 15 months now 2 live, oh the freedom of release from prison, how nice the sound. There is only one problem. Some cute ass mother fucker did something this afternoon that caused the same problem 2 occur that happened B4 here at the house. Something tripped off in the electrical box in the basement, but that I suppose is still better than finding a used noose down there and a real swinger dangling from it named cuz Herbert Huntington. Still, it always fascinates me how electrical disturbances effect memories in machines some times and not others, as with all so called psychic and or paranormal events that scoffers or the majority of Planet Earth inhabitants dismiss as lunacy, and even the seasoned believers R yet 2 explain 2 anyone’s satisfaction, the off again and on again switching of things, in other words Y sometimes and not other times, Y so undependable in clearer words. In the case of today’s power interruption, it did not even effect the circuit that ran my VCR/DVD, only the fan and air conditioner in my room was off, not the TV or any of the connected machines, being the recorders and amplifier as well as the Comcast Cable company’s digital cable box. The time display on that is perfect, yet the time on my VCR/DVD machine was reading 2 hours and 24 minutes slow. Actually, it was a bit fast, as even though it said 8:00 as I noticed it B4 beginning this blog, the full date was totally altered when I went into the menu 2 reset the time, and thus I printed out the date and time as of the machine that this blog began. Naturally I reset everything 2 the current real-time, and it is not the mother fucking 23rd day of March, nor is it twenty thirty Misses Marola, very very very funny Callio end thereof on Turner Broadcasting. Al Jolson, take it away, but then I first wish 2 begin with something else B4 getting into what happened shortly after the power interruption attack that is no way normal nor just randomly fucking occurring, and I know this and would bet the lives of my best friends on it, if the stakes were a million bucks, that‘s how fucking positive I am that the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL screwed with me. This something else is that I am really getting away from what the life journal continuation from 1995 was supposed 2 really B all about. I am still doing the BRA and the BRO and the !!!!!!! and the ?????? and all this nonsense. I must stop worrying about who is reading if anybody, any of this. I must take the I DON’T GIVE A RATS SHITTING ASS attitude because this is supposed 2B a journal. Originally around the start of February of 1983, the life journal of MARK MOHR began, and was not called this, it was called “PHONE PROGRAM 1”, and the flip side of the cassette tape was 2. The next following cassette tape was 3 on the “A” side and 4 on the “B” side, and so on and so forth. This is the second time now that my VCR/DVD system has been reset 2 the fucking year 2030, and do not remember if March 23rd was the exact date on that year the other recent time that this happened. I do in fact remember that there indeed was a major significance 2 how far away in minutes from true real time that the clock was reset 2 as a resulting factor of the other electrical fuck up. But shortly after this present electrical malfunction, I took an afternoon nap as alcoholic Dawn was recovering all day and sleeping, from her drunken binge with hubby-Chicky. Every fucking time they fuck with my utilities, it is just about a guaranteed fucking UP DAY 4 THE CHEATED DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGE STOCK FUCKING MARKET SYSTEM, THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON NOW FOR 23 YEARS AND 4 DAYS BEGINNING ON AUGUST FUCKING 15TH IN THER FUCKING YEAR OF 1986. U would B angry and cursing on your blogs as well if u were going through this much royal Long Island rip off pain!!!!!! Still as Mister Jolson says it and sings it, U ain’t heard squat. Yes GINA, TOLD U, they got their way again. Still, this is not the major bull shit of this blog and its story and purpose. The electrical thing happened after 3 and B4 the closing HELL BELL on diseased WOMO WALL STREET, Mister Gottwald, Emperor of Germany in much of hyperspace after Hitler fucking defeated the world. This is indeed one of the luckier places in hyperspace. Atlantic City Electric Company repaired the problem at the pole, or they said as much, so explain rationally Y it happened all over again today, go ahead, I love relational logical fucking explanations, it really is the only cure 4 paranoia, so please, help me Billy fucking Swan. Now 4 the what happened about 2 hours and perhaps a half or less later on. I was watching the news or whatever and got suddenly extremely sleepy, as though I had just been drink spiked by a boyfriend and was some knock out chick about 2 get date fucking raped. Anytime someone gets absurdly sleepy 4 no real good apparent reason such as medication or not getting sufficient sleep recently and as long these logical lines, there has 23B a more paranormal occult and or esoteric reason behind it, I don’t give a fuck what the Jack McCoy’s believe, that’s their fucking business, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! B4 going on, some diseased MILITUFORCE dirt bag scum sleaze filthy toilet water drinker hit me with some additional death beam 2 hours or so ago, making my throat sore and my nose stuffy and runny and totally fucked up. I never ever get naturally sick. When I am sick, it is the fucking MILLIONTH COUNCIL that illegally violated my human rights and made me get sick, the diseased filthy bastards. Anyway getting back on point, I fell dead ass off into a major fucking deep sleep, and as I start 2 tell U this, the hacking pop up screen shit attack Stacey Lattisaw is beginning, BRA!! Suddenly I felt my heart go into a death arrhythmia and I stopped breathing and eventually died. The next thing I fucking knew was I was trying as hard as I could 2 remain in the great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL that is mortally referred 2 by many in colloquial term’s as HEAVEN, and Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle was telling me I had 2 leave the city and have another dream. Suddenly I found myself in a semi waking state and the door opened and Ann King came into my room and said that she had just fixed some dinner 4 me. Dawn was still recovering in her room from her drinking binge. I woke up fully and walked out 2 the kitchen and sat down at the table. Suddenly I learned that I had been retraced again and was a bit off in hyperspace from where I had gone 2 sleep and died. Ed Lynch had not been released from jail, he is in jail and never was released. He most likely is going 2 get between one and 2 years, and is fighting his Meagan’s Law charge that he already was on probation in the first place with, and plead NOT GUILTY in court. Ann said that his probie told her that if he had plead guilty, they were planning on sending him home 2 await a court date 3 parole violation being having and using a computer when he was not permitted 2 do so. This all went down differently in the universe I recently died in. The electrical thing still happened, as this is obviously what made the clock mess up, but explain Y when the TV and DVD/VCR machines never shut off, being on another circuit. I tell electrical engineers and top linemen and foremen my problems and have now 4 more than 20 mucking years, and they do not have a clue what 2 make of any of it, top persons, college degreed, professional knowledgeable people, yet U out here that laugh tat the supernatural and ghost busters stories, U all make me sick 2 my mother ducking diseased guts. Y would people like me B making shit like this up. It is real and happening, and FUCK U.
MARKETS WILL GO ON FLYING FOREVER UP AND UPO AND UP AND UP AS LONG as this sleaze disease has me 2 endlessly fucking persecute and harass, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like I do not have one thing better 2 do at 22 past midnight than 2 sit here typing all this shit up and posting it on the mother trucking internet, gimme a cock sucking break ladies and gentlemen. THAT 1970 FAMILY, or perhaps said more accurately now in late August of 2009, JULIA MAYAN WHITE and gang, or (JMWG) 4 an abbreviation, is behind making my life an endless hell. I AM GOOD ENOUGH 2B USED IN ALL OF THIS, GOOD ENOUGH 2B SACRIFICED, SOUND FUCKING FAMILIAR, CHRISTIANS????????? Bye-Bye!!!!!
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LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR BLOG 20
August 19, 2009
“LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR, BLOG 20”
10:30 Ante’ Meridian on Wednesday morning, August 19, 2K9
Start Blog:
I am under heavy OTAMMIC WOMO SIEGE, the aerial persecution began just a couple of minutes B4 the opening scum bag bell on Wall Street in Manhattan also known by me sir Prince as DIRTBAGVILLE. The chopper attack started it, and then ever since, constant MILITUFORCE and military scum and all manor of planes and air junk is all over the nearby areas of this house where I unfortunately am residing here in Blueberryville/Hammonton, on 13th Street.
I made an error in my last blog and gave the years that 2 of my extracted and frozen embryos from Mayan Goddess/Queen Julia white, of 1970 and 33. Naturally, I meant 2 say late 1969-AD and then well B4 that, in 1-BC, a distance delay field was used 2 send another batch 2 the World-Lab-sendbacks of Jerusalem that were on mission there establishing the now mighty religion of Christianity. I now can C how wild my claims may sound, but U can C that there is in fact, substance, in all of this no matter how hard U may not wish 2, that is 2 say a bit better, u cannot discredit as proven false, any of what I am telling. U may simply choose a disagreeing point of view, that is always your totally free cherce Archie and all, but what I mean is, read my story, my blogs, most or all of them, and tell me where anything in there can B shown as disprovable and or a total fabrication of truisms. Anyone can look up at a night sky and say how lovely the stars appear. Some know a great deal about just what these stars R. Still, the stars look exactly the same 2 all of us, and 2 neither group, the more and the less knowledgeable, sees them any brighter or more or less lovely than the other group. This may seem as a very simple or even just plain dumb example, but ponder on it, meditate on it, and U will come 2 realize my reasons 4 making my comparison in this way and with this story told. If the HUNTINGTON CURSE did not exist and have its place in total reality, explain 2 me how I can make global financial markets react, countries go 2 war within hours after doing a seemingly unconnected and small event such as leaving 3 cassette tapes on boardwalk benches, and on and on and on and on. I plan 2 make a trip up and try and find cousin Ruth’s relatives, distant as they may B2 me in the cousinly line. Hay, the family I am dealing with and forced 2B living here in fiery hell with, is way more distant cousin wise 2 the great artist MC, yet every time in any way, MC is either played on Dawn’s CD machine, or mentioned by her or mother Ann King or myself, all hell breaks loose at the U know what squared, Gene 2-late Rotten berry. This traveler or ES from somewhere in a place called New Jersey, back here, knows all of this only 2 freaking wehell, BRA!!!!!!!! Let me do another rehash-rote here Karen Simons of Grassi, my ol’ pal and pal of Frank Delpercio, who my business partner, definitely STL, in SPR of Clementon, NJUSAESMWG, rented the actual building from on the road where the famous Clementon Park has been 4 a half century or better now, and where the mighty CVS pharmaceutical chain now has a store there after we went out of business and closed our doors like the Princess Furniture of Eternity Company back early in the nineteen-eighties. STL—(SCYLLA-2-LATE). SPR—(STUDIO PARK RECORDS). But then peeps, all of this happened well B4 the mighty ES or (EXPLORATRONIC-SUPERMIND) MAROLA from 1969, ever discussed two thousand and ten or five or any other year, and pronounced it in a way that seemed weird 2 all those inhabitants only able 2 perceive the sixties at the time. U must learn 2 look at the tiny Colombo clues. Only a man such as this glass eyed nut job who was so lovable, Peter Faulk, and by the way a second cuz 2 the principal of my Haddonfield school, we had lots of EW connections, right down 2 Senator White and his son and my great pal, Michael. Oh, U all think U have heard my story do U. Then pops up another thistle plant right there in the ballpark out of left field when U least think any new stuff is there. I will still say it peeps, al Jolson may say it better and has the name recognition, but I can copy this great and talented yesteryear vocalist, named Al Jolson, BRO. No U ain’t heard nothin’ yet, lads and lassies and Labrador Retrievers. NOTHING. I may not get a larger believing-following, but I still plan on widening the scope of my incredible 50 year tale that basically in this present ME lifetime, began with the horrific double homicide/suicide in Braintree, Massachusetts, by my 2nd cousin, my mother’s- mother’s brother I believe, HERBERT HUNTINGTON, who grew up with many of his family members up in the bay area on the other side of Long Island above Babylon. If I had the teck Roger, 2 retrace him, I would, so he could go on suffering, This would B my only way out, sop please stop asking me if I can do iut right now with today’s dark age science. Forget Jackson, who wants 2 force that tortured bastard 2 relive and re-dream here where he basically was an incredibly miserable and mixed up pathetic man and boy, 24/7. If anyone would B attempted someday by me, it would B cuz HH. Then my life would suddenly shift over 2 normal overnight, the curse on me would B over like a passing thunderstorm, speaking of which, I wish now 2 thank my lovely lightning goddess Diana Arteemis 4 coming around here last night when I so desperately needed her. Thank U my baby blond teen-queen. Yes Colaman, the secret is out about the closet and the anger and the entire thing. Let us no longer pretend that I have not totally unraveled the mysterious life and cosmic plans of Mayan Julia. Maybe your system crashed and collapsed, but the new one that my dad gave me out on the Astral Plane, is holding up real nice, and nobody out here needs 2 know any of the freaking details, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kenny and his “ASTRAL-DAD”, wow, does it really get bigger and wilder than stuff like him and the kid from Quakertown, Pennsylvania in 1963, and Robert McGuire and the Terrorist from India, and on and on ad infinitem? If “this family” was not covering up the reality that all things cycle around and endlessly R doomed 2 repeat in a closed curve infinity, then U tell me just what U think that THEY in fact R doing????????? I am open minded and am all ears, just as long as it is not some simpleton tweet like U’re as not job Mountainpen. Hay, post that, I just laugh and say, “I am the greatest 1986 fish in Huntington Bay”, then I go back in time through ES, and make sure I cover my butt with the United States Copyright Office, by making a silly song up and sending it down 4 copyfreakingright, cut fingers, Magnesonic empowered ice cream, and American Appliance stores refrigerators, all not withstanding, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!! But then, phase 4 Morianity teachings tells us that NOTHING IS NOR CAN B EVER MADE UP. It first simply is there and always was and will B astrally, and then in some linear time order that all individual consciousness produces the MAYA-ILLUSION of a certain date in time, it is being “sent-through” 2 them as THEIR IMAGINATION or some art form of ‘creativity’. Hay like or hate this truth/reality, it changes nothing any more than cancer disappears just because after your annual physical is over and your doctor tells U that U have it, and U hate that truth/reality. Sahwee Chawee. Go enjoy a can of Tunafish, or shellfish, at the risk of angering my big brown eyed Scy, not U Cunesman, all though if I had indeed remained in Quakertown, in most parts of the hyperspace, this would I indeed most likely have become my wife. U really do not wanna get me going Mizz July-12-Eckert-Pharma-Lee with hyperspace and phase 4. It would B just a bit 2 nail biting, and we R not all teens here, in fact I am hoping that filters R blocking most of them, and suggest anyone waiting 4 the legal age 2 come B4 they ever embark on any study of my personal life, or Morianity in general. Caveat Emptor, BRA!!!!!!!
Yesterday, Jane skunkweedfilthdiseaseslime nailed me over and over, morning and afternoon, there was simply no mother stinking fucping escapoe from getting bombarded and pummeled consistently with ones and ones and elevens all over every clock, each time this evil time would spin around, and it does, every single freaking day, 4 TIMES, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE!!!!!!!!! I am all through begging, and all though I am a dog as Yancy Zeranniss, I am not as Mark Wayne Mohr, sorry Scy, no more begging, no m ore silly nine-nineties. It is as over as turning in beds in ancient rooming houses, talk 2 your friends at the Copyright Office, they’ll let U know what I am talking about, yo. Got your note last night Rog, we need 2 talk, BRO. Every time they even think we R gonna meet up in town, SHE massacres me, JW that is, the sex protection expert. And they tell me I am paranoid with grandiose delusions when I can C perfectly how 80 plus percent of the “LAW AND ORDER” show is all taken from parts of my life, and on top of that, would never even have existed if not 4 my interactions with the Camden county Prosecutor’s Office, BRO-GREEN-CURSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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10:30 Ante’ Meridian on Wednesday morning, August 19, 2K9
Start Blog:
I am under heavy OTAMMIC WOMO SIEGE, the aerial persecution began just a couple of minutes B4 the opening scum bag bell on Wall Street in Manhattan also known by me sir Prince as DIRTBAGVILLE. The chopper attack started it, and then ever since, constant MILITUFORCE and military scum and all manor of planes and air junk is all over the nearby areas of this house where I unfortunately am residing here in Blueberryville/Hammonton, on 13th Street.
I made an error in my last blog and gave the years that 2 of my extracted and frozen embryos from Mayan Goddess/Queen Julia white, of 1970 and 33. Naturally, I meant 2 say late 1969-AD and then well B4 that, in 1-BC, a distance delay field was used 2 send another batch 2 the World-Lab-sendbacks of Jerusalem that were on mission there establishing the now mighty religion of Christianity. I now can C how wild my claims may sound, but U can C that there is in fact, substance, in all of this no matter how hard U may not wish 2, that is 2 say a bit better, u cannot discredit as proven false, any of what I am telling. U may simply choose a disagreeing point of view, that is always your totally free cherce Archie and all, but what I mean is, read my story, my blogs, most or all of them, and tell me where anything in there can B shown as disprovable and or a total fabrication of truisms. Anyone can look up at a night sky and say how lovely the stars appear. Some know a great deal about just what these stars R. Still, the stars look exactly the same 2 all of us, and 2 neither group, the more and the less knowledgeable, sees them any brighter or more or less lovely than the other group. This may seem as a very simple or even just plain dumb example, but ponder on it, meditate on it, and U will come 2 realize my reasons 4 making my comparison in this way and with this story told. If the HUNTINGTON CURSE did not exist and have its place in total reality, explain 2 me how I can make global financial markets react, countries go 2 war within hours after doing a seemingly unconnected and small event such as leaving 3 cassette tapes on boardwalk benches, and on and on and on and on. I plan 2 make a trip up and try and find cousin Ruth’s relatives, distant as they may B2 me in the cousinly line. Hay, the family I am dealing with and forced 2B living here in fiery hell with, is way more distant cousin wise 2 the great artist MC, yet every time in any way, MC is either played on Dawn’s CD machine, or mentioned by her or mother Ann King or myself, all hell breaks loose at the U know what squared, Gene 2-late Rotten berry. This traveler or ES from somewhere in a place called New Jersey, back here, knows all of this only 2 freaking wehell, BRA!!!!!!!! Let me do another rehash-rote here Karen Simons of Grassi, my ol’ pal and pal of Frank Delpercio, who my business partner, definitely STL, in SPR of Clementon, NJUSAESMWG, rented the actual building from on the road where the famous Clementon Park has been 4 a half century or better now, and where the mighty CVS pharmaceutical chain now has a store there after we went out of business and closed our doors like the Princess Furniture of Eternity Company back early in the nineteen-eighties. STL—(SCYLLA-2-LATE). SPR—(STUDIO PARK RECORDS). But then peeps, all of this happened well B4 the mighty ES or (EXPLORATRONIC-SUPERMIND) MAROLA from 1969, ever discussed two thousand and ten or five or any other year, and pronounced it in a way that seemed weird 2 all those inhabitants only able 2 perceive the sixties at the time. U must learn 2 look at the tiny Colombo clues. Only a man such as this glass eyed nut job who was so lovable, Peter Faulk, and by the way a second cuz 2 the principal of my Haddonfield school, we had lots of EW connections, right down 2 Senator White and his son and my great pal, Michael. Oh, U all think U have heard my story do U. Then pops up another thistle plant right there in the ballpark out of left field when U least think any new stuff is there. I will still say it peeps, al Jolson may say it better and has the name recognition, but I can copy this great and talented yesteryear vocalist, named Al Jolson, BRO. No U ain’t heard nothin’ yet, lads and lassies and Labrador Retrievers. NOTHING. I may not get a larger believing-following, but I still plan on widening the scope of my incredible 50 year tale that basically in this present ME lifetime, began with the horrific double homicide/suicide in Braintree, Massachusetts, by my 2nd cousin, my mother’s- mother’s brother I believe, HERBERT HUNTINGTON, who grew up with many of his family members up in the bay area on the other side of Long Island above Babylon. If I had the teck Roger, 2 retrace him, I would, so he could go on suffering, This would B my only way out, sop please stop asking me if I can do iut right now with today’s dark age science. Forget Jackson, who wants 2 force that tortured bastard 2 relive and re-dream here where he basically was an incredibly miserable and mixed up pathetic man and boy, 24/7. If anyone would B attempted someday by me, it would B cuz HH. Then my life would suddenly shift over 2 normal overnight, the curse on me would B over like a passing thunderstorm, speaking of which, I wish now 2 thank my lovely lightning goddess Diana Arteemis 4 coming around here last night when I so desperately needed her. Thank U my baby blond teen-queen. Yes Colaman, the secret is out about the closet and the anger and the entire thing. Let us no longer pretend that I have not totally unraveled the mysterious life and cosmic plans of Mayan Julia. Maybe your system crashed and collapsed, but the new one that my dad gave me out on the Astral Plane, is holding up real nice, and nobody out here needs 2 know any of the freaking details, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kenny and his “ASTRAL-DAD”, wow, does it really get bigger and wilder than stuff like him and the kid from Quakertown, Pennsylvania in 1963, and Robert McGuire and the Terrorist from India, and on and on ad infinitem? If “this family” was not covering up the reality that all things cycle around and endlessly R doomed 2 repeat in a closed curve infinity, then U tell me just what U think that THEY in fact R doing????????? I am open minded and am all ears, just as long as it is not some simpleton tweet like U’re as not job Mountainpen. Hay, post that, I just laugh and say, “I am the greatest 1986 fish in Huntington Bay”, then I go back in time through ES, and make sure I cover my butt with the United States Copyright Office, by making a silly song up and sending it down 4 copyfreakingright, cut fingers, Magnesonic empowered ice cream, and American Appliance stores refrigerators, all not withstanding, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!! But then, phase 4 Morianity teachings tells us that NOTHING IS NOR CAN B EVER MADE UP. It first simply is there and always was and will B astrally, and then in some linear time order that all individual consciousness produces the MAYA-ILLUSION of a certain date in time, it is being “sent-through” 2 them as THEIR IMAGINATION or some art form of ‘creativity’. Hay like or hate this truth/reality, it changes nothing any more than cancer disappears just because after your annual physical is over and your doctor tells U that U have it, and U hate that truth/reality. Sahwee Chawee. Go enjoy a can of Tunafish, or shellfish, at the risk of angering my big brown eyed Scy, not U Cunesman, all though if I had indeed remained in Quakertown, in most parts of the hyperspace, this would I indeed most likely have become my wife. U really do not wanna get me going Mizz July-12-Eckert-Pharma-Lee with hyperspace and phase 4. It would B just a bit 2 nail biting, and we R not all teens here, in fact I am hoping that filters R blocking most of them, and suggest anyone waiting 4 the legal age 2 come B4 they ever embark on any study of my personal life, or Morianity in general. Caveat Emptor, BRA!!!!!!!
Yesterday, Jane skunkweedfilthdiseaseslime nailed me over and over, morning and afternoon, there was simply no mother stinking fucping escapoe from getting bombarded and pummeled consistently with ones and ones and elevens all over every clock, each time this evil time would spin around, and it does, every single freaking day, 4 TIMES, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE!!!!!!!!! I am all through begging, and all though I am a dog as Yancy Zeranniss, I am not as Mark Wayne Mohr, sorry Scy, no more begging, no m ore silly nine-nineties. It is as over as turning in beds in ancient rooming houses, talk 2 your friends at the Copyright Office, they’ll let U know what I am talking about, yo. Got your note last night Rog, we need 2 talk, BRO. Every time they even think we R gonna meet up in town, SHE massacres me, JW that is, the sex protection expert. And they tell me I am paranoid with grandiose delusions when I can C perfectly how 80 plus percent of the “LAW AND ORDER” show is all taken from parts of my life, and on top of that, would never even have existed if not 4 my interactions with the Camden county Prosecutor’s Office, BRO-GREEN-CURSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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BLOG 19
August 18, 2009
“LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR BLOG #19”
4:53 PM, Tuesday late afternoon, August 18th, 2K9
START OF THE BLOG:
This was the most horrible motherfucking day and past evening beginning around just shy of eleven PM, ever. Some MAYAN SUBTERRANEAN LAMBRIGGER CULT ASTRAL FORCE totally got into Chicky, also Prince known sir as Louis Laines. He was fine one minute and then 2 quote Dawn the mighty King, BOOM, not Nick at Night, ALL OF DOGMOTHERFUCKINGTOWN BUSTED LOOSE AT THE HYPERSQUARED CONSTANT OR C to the 3rd. Chicky went from bone cold sober 2 dead drunk in 5 seconds, and the mysterious way that it happened cannot even start 2B blogged on this text today, I am on definite limited time when things here turn this rapidly into total fucking shit, BRO. First Chicky threatened 2 stab his wife Dawn in the nose with his fork, things then escalated from there quantitativefreakingly. I have been transporting both Chicky, and then Dawn from place 2 place, have had no rest nor sleep for 2 days and one night, cannot take my needed meds as prescribed by those in authority, and believe me soon, when I tell U that after my successful lawsuit against both the Kessler Hospital and the Atlantic City Atlanticare Sike Ward, I will B able 2 buy not only Atlantic city and the Donald, but half f Manhattan and all of my diseased family of WOMO right out from under them. First I took Dawn 2 Egg Harbor last night so she would not feel threatened of getting stabbed by her hubby in her freaking sleep. Then I came back and Chicky who had run out into the middle of the neighboring blueberry fields that surround our home literally on all sides along with lots of other farmlands, had a suitcase and wanted me and Ann 2 take him 2 the Silver coin diner where he could B with his friends. Later he walked home and crashed around and blared his stereo in the bedroom, and I was forced all night 2B in there trying 2 calm him down while he cried like a cock sucking baby. He is 28, and his wife is 41, and they act like tiny 9 year old total assholes, constantly and motherfucking continually, BRA. I knew this would fucking happen because diseased WOMO did not get their favored way on the Manhattan streets during the day, so 7 hours or less after Wall Street’s fucking closing bell, they persecuted me 2 death, and I have not had a second of peace since. THIS IS SO FUCKING ILLEGAL, SECURIEIES AND EXCHANGE COMMMISION, AND U SIT THERE ON YOUR HIGH MIGHTY HORSE AND WILL NOT LISTEN 2 ME OR DO YOUR MOTHERFUCKING JOBS. THIS ENTIRE NIGHTMARE IS 100 PERCENT CONTROLLED AND PUPPED-OWNED. I CAN DO NOTHING BUT ENDLESSLY SYFFER, AS I HAVE NOW FOR 23 FUCKING YEARS AND 3 DAYS NOW, BRA!!!!!!! YEAH, they just sit there, “US MARSHALL” and do nothing. Y do so many weird ladies approach my interactiveness on public busses in my “DREAMS”???????? Answer, THE MAYAN GODDESS QUEEN OF COURSE, Julia White, like DERR!!!!!!! The street did not like my weekend blog, but managed after this putrid and monstrously despicable and deplorable day of pure fucking evil 2 gain almost all of their lost points from Monday right back today on their diseased DOW JONES STOCK MARKET, and using my blood, RIGHT ON MY FUCKING SHOE, TREADMILLS AND ALL, AND DOESN’T MY OLDEST HAVBE ONE HELL OF A PITCHING ARM SS? Today tears it. I am dropping a letter in the mail tomorrow 2 Maury Povich. I may not get anywhere, but this is where Mister nice guy stops and reality worlds start, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who really supposedly “owns” Gawky Gaukauk? DUHH, JW/PC/PK. So who then is this female entity who is always on these busses saying and doing things so weird around me since the sixties and seventies, in what U mortals freaking all insist on classifying as “DREAMS”? DERR, JW/PC/PK. U know my booby neighbor at the motherfucking trailer park from 2000 through 2008, looked totally ‘twinnish’ as my need 2 Franklinize both this and the prior new words 2B added 2 my POOR RICKY’s collection, but seriously, he is a total twin of the (uh-uh-uh) dude on the movie Jurassic Park. Study the 3 initials when set up as I have in this order of the mighty Mayan. Again, JW-PC-PK, like symbolism DERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!! So now some may B thinking, OK, cool and whatever, so how does this fucking boob neighbor from 2 moves back connect the mighty Mayan of Babylon, New York. Let me 4 openers just freaking begin answering all of U with this, BRA!!!!!! She is not from anywhere, not really, not even fifty-million years in the ‘future’ or negative positronic expansion from Planet Earth. She is a powerful PHASE-4 entity, one of a very few truly recognized entity that can B accurately described by MORIANITY as PURE ENERGY. There R many energetic beings and entities on the Astral Plane, or the spirit world as the caveman society of today insists basically in using these words or simply dismissing it all as nonsensical bunk like Jack Nash McCoy. U know, it tears the living shit out of my balls that the old Paul Moriarity or whatever the name of the real actor was that was playing the role of this phase-4 L&O prosecutor who preceded Jack McCoy on this marvelous law show that is right up there with Perry Mason. As soon as I began watching this around the time I was fired from Griffin Pipe by Jimmy Dirtbag Stonehenge, all these older L&O’s with this prosecutor were removed except 4 a very occasional one aired here and there, and in the afternoons only, never in the evenings. Continuing though now with the GREAT WHITE MAYAN that all of the Native North and South American continental aborigines knew as and referred 2 basically as simply the great spirit and or the great white spirit, gimme a break 4 crissake BRA, she told me she comes from 50 million years from now and she gave me her name as Julia White, and did this in the early t of the year 1994. This was right after Robert motherfucking McGuire had damaged the first of the 2 automobiles that he damaged of mine, and both in Atlantic city,. This was just 1 or 2 blocks north of what once was known as the famous CSH or Children’s Seashore home, across from what once was called the BRUCVE MASNOR MOTEL, still standing there but no longer a motel 4 some decades now. Still I resided there for about 6 months and attended the Richmond Avenue elementary School a block west of there. Going 2 school 2 blocks from the great Atlantic Ocean while living 1 block from it, was an awesome experience 4 a youngster such as myself. But this right now takes us all 2 far off of point 2B further discussed at this present time. Let me divert away quick and tell u that Ed was released from custody today, and had 2 find his own way back home from the Criminal Justice Complex. We had planned 2 help him, but nobody plans 4 these 2 diseased monsters 2 get drunk and violent as they do now every week and almost every day, so it really is now just a matter of time B4 everybody is gonna get fucking locked up, BRO. When I know more about Ed Lynch (Himacane), I will tell U all about it. 4 right now, screw this, I am busy with lots of larger frying fish. None of them R shellfish, Immaculate Scylla. No the BUREAU, and all the government and world powers, know that inside my world and my mind, is totally sufficient knowledge and even Lieutenant Sakovich proofs, 2 permanently end religion as it is now known and practiced in this world, and cause mass hysteria and global anarchy and financial collapse overnight on a planet-wide freaking scale. If The DJIA can manage 2 p0ost gains, without me being offered up as an illegal covert sacrifice, I would not personally give a fucking shit if it flew 2 the moon and went 2 ninety-two thousand points by twenty Marola thirteen. But harm me, and destroy me, and flip over into the high breaking wake, my fucking surfboard life-ride in order 2 get these ill-gotten gained points, and U can bet I’ll B screaming out from rooftops, those with and without stuff on railings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All day Dawn has been off the wall, screaming at Chicky’s ill brother Marcus who is not yet fully recovered from his July stabbing injuries that he sustained by a drunken cousin of another brother over there in their flop pad crib on Bellevue Avenue, in that rat hole that they call a living space, and putting all of us through an unspeakable monstrous hell. In-between all this, she calls her brother’s voice mail, joe King and hollers profanities that R so horrific that it makes anything U ever read on my worst and most angry blogs contrast as a toddler singing a song in a sandbox, BRO!!!!!!! Also, speaking purely mathematically and regarding the usage of the enemy tool that I have named the ICPE and the parallel event and the improper and soon 2B illegal way of using it against innocent sufferers, I am sure that the PHILLIES have recently sunk into shit, and will B dead last by playfuckingofftime. Despite this, my father’s Bourbon Wing Newest Roulette system, is kicking mother trucking ass, rapes and germs. Well, time 2 get nastier than this. Let me talk a little tiny bit more now on phase 4, and playing with the no-no hyperspace, and a few things along lines that I totally know will REALLY PISS OFF THESE DISEASED SQUAT SWALLOWING FILTHY TURDS. Do this 2 me, and pay up, there is always a price 2B paid, along with 900 trillion seconds and United States HA-HA-WHO Copyright Examiners from the year 1982, BRO!!!!!!!!!! Many genius geeks out there think they have successfully pout me into a box. Most believe I wear a big hat with the words “SPACE-CADET” written boldly on the brim, and that’s cool, as I don’t give a fuck what any of U’s think about me, as I know the truth and I know what’s fucking real, BRO!!!!!! But I have my sources, and they have told me that there R between 5 and 10 out here somewhere that know this all is 4 total real, no nut job thing is going on other than we all R a bit nuts and if any of U had pressure and stress and this much shit and hell in your lives, U’da all been locked up in freaking Looney nubbins decades ago, so this does not bother me in the least. Yes I have a tiny following that KNOWS THIS IS ALL 100% REAL. Natch, this is also known by WOMO enemies, my own family, and this ticks these bitches off at the speed of light times the speed of light times eleven-hundred, very funny TBS-end of CALLIO, huh BRA????????????????????????????????????? Aniwho, 4 the 1995 continue-0n-readership, a lot will not make a real great big bunch of sense, but tough beer gas as this is now gonna get said. I wanted to make things happen that in no way could have ever happened in the so-called waking and or REAL WORLD. The circa now is say somewhere in 1979. I had moved from a small super-dingy old apartment in Williamstown on Main Street, into a nice home purchased from the Muckensturm family from Germany 4 just over 30 thousand dollars. Settlement and move in date was the 15th of freaking October. I was able 2 get what I wanted. Now what I wanted 4 right now is so totally unimportant 4U2 know the details, it stinks backwards at jet velocity. I’ll merely ass say that if I wanted the thrill of leaping off Mount Everest and flying over the Himalayan Mountains in my underwear, and landing in the heart of Paris where 100 lovely teen queens were there 2 greet and worship me as some god, then this seemingly impossible 2 achieve task was accomplished. The point here is not the details of what I was wanting and what actually happened, but that 2 types of intellect exist as part of an expansion-dimension, sort of an add-on dimension 2 the 3 that all of the waking world knows and lives by each and every freaking day. The point is that I wanted 2 do this marvelous miracle that just could never B done in the waking word, if 4 basically no other reason, it would sort of just simply go against a naturally occurring phenomenon that none of U out here R near yet ready 4 ,me 2 explain details of this with U, and that being, LAWTRONICS!!!!!!! Just because a 7 foot giant wishes 2 shrink his or her height down to 6-3, or a short midget of 4-2 wants 2 grow 2 the height of 5-4, does not in any way in an A/B desire:event ratio produce so much as .000000000001% ability of outcome or result. How can these digits B raised is the question, Mister William Shakespeare, and not whether or not U exist or not ol’ buddy from sometime back. UB, BRO, there’s no question on that front, U EXIST, and TIME IS AN ILLUSION. Hence U always have been and always will B. But an unopened mind with closed eyes and ears is going, HUH, right Lenny Cher Briscoe? Speak of dives, and not those done in the Olympics, geese Louise surfer Fonty Kickcar Shannon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To get the numbers from totally 0000000-IMPOSSIBLE 2 start slowly creeping up into the potential realms of ever so slight possibility, wild things need B done that indeed CAN override and circumvent LAWTRONIC laws of 4th and 5th dimensional hyperspace, or awake conscious physical plane life. I did it. But did IIIIIIIII do it or did some THING or ENTITY or WHATEVER Congressman Oakstreet Andrews, do it THROUGH ME, kind sir???????????????? Ask a man that is not afraid 2 fire people, and I do not mean jimmy Stonehenge from the Griffin Callio Pipe-world of the ACMUA, go 2, http://www.acmua.com/, BRA!!!! Ask Shorty MacInvondi, better known SIR-PRINCE, as the DONALD. Not that he is gonna answer any of u with candor and honesty. Read his books. He admits 2 being the epitome of a business dirtbag. And read between lines, don’t b a total dope all of your damn lives. So what did this jerk off do 2 me, and what did I do 2 accomplish or think I did of my own refreaking volition that is, 2 accomplish this feat of the mount Everest Fly? Natch, super abridgement is totally necc here or I’d B all freaking day and then 1000 more days, maybe. Well there is a power called by me, ELECTRONIC METAPHYSICS, and this is the TOOL that me as the flesh and blood human that I am, as I exist currently in this time-world interaction as MARK MOHR, used, or thought that I used, only it was them that first wanted 2 exist here in this waking life and could not get through the so-called channel because in so doing it would violate the lawtronics, as they wanted 2 enter in here as. LSS or (LONG-STORY-SHORT), in order 2 get me 2 use this ‘power’ or ‘tool’, they first needed 2 influence me 2 try it and C how it worked, and then make me get more hooked on using it than a crackhead like Whitney H. is hooked on her junk of cherce, Bunkie. Finally the real kicker is this. They had 2 give me, I said they, or THEY, GAVE ME, the Mount Everest desire 2 start with, It never was anything that I ever would have cared about doing or pulling off, not until THEY made me think that this is what I wanted more than anything. Watch out Paula, step up Comcast 13th Street of magic cymbal license tags, B-CAREFUL honey buns. I look back now and think, who gives a fuck about Mount Everest or flying over it. Natch, this is hypothetical and /I assure my entire blogaud that this mountain as well as flying, has absolutely nothing 2 do with anything real pertaining 2 my nightmare life story in this horrendous HUNTINGTON CURSE, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As 4 messing with the Edgar Casey trances like ol’ boyhood reality-hero Count Petofi loved doing in that hit television show called DARK SHADOWS, here is a little squib about Y things went belly up[ and beyond all pales here at this new house regarding the ‘substance abuse’ problem, not that Scylla and her super dysfunctional family really needs any excuses 4 SA. This is and has been always a big factor, but fans, take heart, all of the pop world and Hellyweird is basically and always has been, running in that dysfunctional circle. A very few can mange 2 stay out of it, but what excuse is there 4 the 700 distant cousins when U work it out down as far as 4 out and 7 removed? This is where it has got 2B in the DNA or something. 99+ percent of them R either very heavy drinkers or major users of other S. This is all verifiable, and I have my sources. Not one source, try 5, and they R good ones. So Y did I wreck the Lakehouse and stop this from coming into the reality of the Jersey branch of this family, and thus me, as I would have been there and was invited by the mighty Elisa, her exact words B4 she called me a “FAMILY-DESTROYER”, 4 doing absolutely nothing 2 deserve that horrible defamation of my character, and if I said I enjoyed my swim and the barbeque and the ons and ons that I went on with about it at the time, Y then did I wreck it by literally, and 2 quote the ‘late?’ David Charles Roth, “SPEAK IT OUT OF EXISTENCE”, by saying how good it was and what a good time I had there that day at the May of oh-nine BBQ? Let me try and tell this in the most human way so that humans can crawl into the mind of someone who most likely thanks 2 surviving all of this hell over the past 40 plus years, is enlightened 2 perhaps 1-5 thousand years ahead of my fellow co human population inhabitants of this Earth. Let me give this a real hard college try here. Look peeps, I have been involved in the un-natural world in my present lifetime as Mark Mohr or me, 4 most of my life and definitely 4 all of my legally-adult life of 21+. Unlike all or most of U out here reading SUPERNATURAL websites and blogs oriented 2 this stuff, I am totally opposite of any of U. I want 2 run and hide from all of this just as fast as Julia White and my oldest daughter legs can possibly CARRY me away from it, yet it is not a reality 4 me. I am trapped, there is no escape. Believe me BRA, I have tried and tried desperately freaking hard and 4 a very ling time. All; I desire is a totally normal life, and 2B just like any and all of U out here ion Cybertown. But no matter what I do or where I go, every single waking and sleeping minute or if that is a slight over exaggeration, then believe me please, it is only a very SKLIGHT one, as constantly and continually, the crap of the “spirit-world”, literally draws me into it with no way 4 me 2 worm out of each of the things that keep occurring around me endlessly, no matter how fucking damn hard I may ever try. Many will argue that I love talking about the great city of HEAVEN, the FASCITAR, the ASTRASL PLASNE, the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, the BRIGGER CULTISTS, the GAWNUM, and literally on and on with a seemingly endless laundry list of horse-shit that would disprove what I now am attempting 2 say and make claim 2. Sorry, UR reading me all wrong. I tell because it is my only fucking way 4 me 2 fight this evil disease back, these real yet totally invisible enemies from what church worlders classify as the SPIRIT-WORLD, and many paying it great lip service until along comes me and tells what is happening 2 me and then they All say, “no way, UR just in need of some real serious mental help, ya nut job”.
Atlantic City all happened and it is all real. I thought that this was the total root of everything. It took decades of exploration 4 me 2C that an entire family from my dreams no less, calling themselves in these dreams, “THAT-FAMNILY, and those in it, calling me “THAT-BOY”, is a bigger picture. Still bigger is the way it all ftsd into something called the “WEIRD-THEORY” of the nineteen-eighties. This basically is all about closed curve smaller infinities that R locked endlessly inside closed curved larger infinites. This only scratches the surface however of so much more junk that is interconnected with all of my HUNTINGTON CURSE NIGHTMARE, and the MAYAN GODDESS, Julia. Here is what I will tell U now that could get my fucking home burned down tonight, and hay, I don’t give a fuck, but in case the FBI is watching the place, I would not suggest anyone get 2 religiously upset 2 a point where they decide 2 take any actions beyond avoiding THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN and the life journals of MARK WAYNE MOHR. A child following this now had decoded and understands the strange box and mist from frozen embryos and on and on, that my daughter in some hyper-transdimensional form was showing her dad. But beyond that, her ‘dad’ on paper was quite perturbed and mad at ‘his daughter’ as she attempted 2 reveal this secret 2 me, as well as the biggest one, and that being that these so-called parents of Scylla’s R the Mayan controllers of this planet directly sent here by the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and remember the LAWTRASONIC RULE, that symbols must B shown so that the very small and miniscule group of wisest searchers and seekers of truth, will observe what the covert powerful ones R attempting 2 cover up, and not B totally blocked from this necessary ability 2 do so. What is the final secret. Well, that Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocllevious Krassle, who hates me 4 daring 2 care about Scylla in a special way, used me 2 not only bring her from the sixties 2 the nineties as he is not capable of this, that he indeed is Scylla’s father on the ASTRAL PLANE, but that on the physical plane, I was used, twice, once in 1970, and once in 33. Now burn the place fucking down if U want, I TELL TRUTHS. TIS IS FUCKING BTOTAL WAR, SATAN BOOM!!!
MARKETS WILL FLY, PHILLIES WILL DIE, BUT LAKEHOUSES WILL VANISH., I WILL NOT B A WIIOLLING PARTICIPANT AND PARTY 2 ANY SCHEME AND GAME OF THE ASTRAL WORLD GODS. I HAVE FREAKING BETTER THINGS 2 DO WITH MY INFINITE EXISTENCE THAN 2 PLAY ROCKS AND PAPERS AND LIGHT AND SQUARTES WQITH ANY OF U SICK BASTARDS. BYE-BYE AP, and not your AP, Amy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then Kirk, is this your daughters internet?????????????? I think soon, I can claim it is mine, but I am now speaking of the 3rd emb freeze of Mizz Jurassic Park from the music studios of Clementon, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
END OF THIS BWOG, ELMER WABBIT FWUDD, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
POST SCRIPT, BRO:
Back off, or my blogs go even beyond this, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
4:53 PM, Tuesday late afternoon, August 18th, 2K9
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This was the most horrible motherfucking day and past evening beginning around just shy of eleven PM, ever. Some MAYAN SUBTERRANEAN LAMBRIGGER CULT ASTRAL FORCE totally got into Chicky, also Prince known sir as Louis Laines. He was fine one minute and then 2 quote Dawn the mighty King, BOOM, not Nick at Night, ALL OF DOGMOTHERFUCKINGTOWN BUSTED LOOSE AT THE HYPERSQUARED CONSTANT OR C to the 3rd. Chicky went from bone cold sober 2 dead drunk in 5 seconds, and the mysterious way that it happened cannot even start 2B blogged on this text today, I am on definite limited time when things here turn this rapidly into total fucking shit, BRO. First Chicky threatened 2 stab his wife Dawn in the nose with his fork, things then escalated from there quantitativefreakingly. I have been transporting both Chicky, and then Dawn from place 2 place, have had no rest nor sleep for 2 days and one night, cannot take my needed meds as prescribed by those in authority, and believe me soon, when I tell U that after my successful lawsuit against both the Kessler Hospital and the Atlantic City Atlanticare Sike Ward, I will B able 2 buy not only Atlantic city and the Donald, but half f Manhattan and all of my diseased family of WOMO right out from under them. First I took Dawn 2 Egg Harbor last night so she would not feel threatened of getting stabbed by her hubby in her freaking sleep. Then I came back and Chicky who had run out into the middle of the neighboring blueberry fields that surround our home literally on all sides along with lots of other farmlands, had a suitcase and wanted me and Ann 2 take him 2 the Silver coin diner where he could B with his friends. Later he walked home and crashed around and blared his stereo in the bedroom, and I was forced all night 2B in there trying 2 calm him down while he cried like a cock sucking baby. He is 28, and his wife is 41, and they act like tiny 9 year old total assholes, constantly and motherfucking continually, BRA. I knew this would fucking happen because diseased WOMO did not get their favored way on the Manhattan streets during the day, so 7 hours or less after Wall Street’s fucking closing bell, they persecuted me 2 death, and I have not had a second of peace since. THIS IS SO FUCKING ILLEGAL, SECURIEIES AND EXCHANGE COMMMISION, AND U SIT THERE ON YOUR HIGH MIGHTY HORSE AND WILL NOT LISTEN 2 ME OR DO YOUR MOTHERFUCKING JOBS. THIS ENTIRE NIGHTMARE IS 100 PERCENT CONTROLLED AND PUPPED-OWNED. I CAN DO NOTHING BUT ENDLESSLY SYFFER, AS I HAVE NOW FOR 23 FUCKING YEARS AND 3 DAYS NOW, BRA!!!!!!! YEAH, they just sit there, “US MARSHALL” and do nothing. Y do so many weird ladies approach my interactiveness on public busses in my “DREAMS”???????? Answer, THE MAYAN GODDESS QUEEN OF COURSE, Julia White, like DERR!!!!!!! The street did not like my weekend blog, but managed after this putrid and monstrously despicable and deplorable day of pure fucking evil 2 gain almost all of their lost points from Monday right back today on their diseased DOW JONES STOCK MARKET, and using my blood, RIGHT ON MY FUCKING SHOE, TREADMILLS AND ALL, AND DOESN’T MY OLDEST HAVBE ONE HELL OF A PITCHING ARM SS? Today tears it. I am dropping a letter in the mail tomorrow 2 Maury Povich. I may not get anywhere, but this is where Mister nice guy stops and reality worlds start, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who really supposedly “owns” Gawky Gaukauk? DUHH, JW/PC/PK. So who then is this female entity who is always on these busses saying and doing things so weird around me since the sixties and seventies, in what U mortals freaking all insist on classifying as “DREAMS”? DERR, JW/PC/PK. U know my booby neighbor at the motherfucking trailer park from 2000 through 2008, looked totally ‘twinnish’ as my need 2 Franklinize both this and the prior new words 2B added 2 my POOR RICKY’s collection, but seriously, he is a total twin of the (uh-uh-uh) dude on the movie Jurassic Park. Study the 3 initials when set up as I have in this order of the mighty Mayan. Again, JW-PC-PK, like symbolism DERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!! So now some may B thinking, OK, cool and whatever, so how does this fucking boob neighbor from 2 moves back connect the mighty Mayan of Babylon, New York. Let me 4 openers just freaking begin answering all of U with this, BRA!!!!!! She is not from anywhere, not really, not even fifty-million years in the ‘future’ or negative positronic expansion from Planet Earth. She is a powerful PHASE-4 entity, one of a very few truly recognized entity that can B accurately described by MORIANITY as PURE ENERGY. There R many energetic beings and entities on the Astral Plane, or the spirit world as the caveman society of today insists basically in using these words or simply dismissing it all as nonsensical bunk like Jack Nash McCoy. U know, it tears the living shit out of my balls that the old Paul Moriarity or whatever the name of the real actor was that was playing the role of this phase-4 L&O prosecutor who preceded Jack McCoy on this marvelous law show that is right up there with Perry Mason. As soon as I began watching this around the time I was fired from Griffin Pipe by Jimmy Dirtbag Stonehenge, all these older L&O’s with this prosecutor were removed except 4 a very occasional one aired here and there, and in the afternoons only, never in the evenings. Continuing though now with the GREAT WHITE MAYAN that all of the Native North and South American continental aborigines knew as and referred 2 basically as simply the great spirit and or the great white spirit, gimme a break 4 crissake BRA, she told me she comes from 50 million years from now and she gave me her name as Julia White, and did this in the early t of the year 1994. This was right after Robert motherfucking McGuire had damaged the first of the 2 automobiles that he damaged of mine, and both in Atlantic city,. This was just 1 or 2 blocks north of what once was known as the famous CSH or Children’s Seashore home, across from what once was called the BRUCVE MASNOR MOTEL, still standing there but no longer a motel 4 some decades now. Still I resided there for about 6 months and attended the Richmond Avenue elementary School a block west of there. Going 2 school 2 blocks from the great Atlantic Ocean while living 1 block from it, was an awesome experience 4 a youngster such as myself. But this right now takes us all 2 far off of point 2B further discussed at this present time. Let me divert away quick and tell u that Ed was released from custody today, and had 2 find his own way back home from the Criminal Justice Complex. We had planned 2 help him, but nobody plans 4 these 2 diseased monsters 2 get drunk and violent as they do now every week and almost every day, so it really is now just a matter of time B4 everybody is gonna get fucking locked up, BRO. When I know more about Ed Lynch (Himacane), I will tell U all about it. 4 right now, screw this, I am busy with lots of larger frying fish. None of them R shellfish, Immaculate Scylla. No the BUREAU, and all the government and world powers, know that inside my world and my mind, is totally sufficient knowledge and even Lieutenant Sakovich proofs, 2 permanently end religion as it is now known and practiced in this world, and cause mass hysteria and global anarchy and financial collapse overnight on a planet-wide freaking scale. If The DJIA can manage 2 p0ost gains, without me being offered up as an illegal covert sacrifice, I would not personally give a fucking shit if it flew 2 the moon and went 2 ninety-two thousand points by twenty Marola thirteen. But harm me, and destroy me, and flip over into the high breaking wake, my fucking surfboard life-ride in order 2 get these ill-gotten gained points, and U can bet I’ll B screaming out from rooftops, those with and without stuff on railings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All day Dawn has been off the wall, screaming at Chicky’s ill brother Marcus who is not yet fully recovered from his July stabbing injuries that he sustained by a drunken cousin of another brother over there in their flop pad crib on Bellevue Avenue, in that rat hole that they call a living space, and putting all of us through an unspeakable monstrous hell. In-between all this, she calls her brother’s voice mail, joe King and hollers profanities that R so horrific that it makes anything U ever read on my worst and most angry blogs contrast as a toddler singing a song in a sandbox, BRO!!!!!!! Also, speaking purely mathematically and regarding the usage of the enemy tool that I have named the ICPE and the parallel event and the improper and soon 2B illegal way of using it against innocent sufferers, I am sure that the PHILLIES have recently sunk into shit, and will B dead last by playfuckingofftime. Despite this, my father’s Bourbon Wing Newest Roulette system, is kicking mother trucking ass, rapes and germs. Well, time 2 get nastier than this. Let me talk a little tiny bit more now on phase 4, and playing with the no-no hyperspace, and a few things along lines that I totally know will REALLY PISS OFF THESE DISEASED SQUAT SWALLOWING FILTHY TURDS. Do this 2 me, and pay up, there is always a price 2B paid, along with 900 trillion seconds and United States HA-HA-WHO Copyright Examiners from the year 1982, BRO!!!!!!!!!! Many genius geeks out there think they have successfully pout me into a box. Most believe I wear a big hat with the words “SPACE-CADET” written boldly on the brim, and that’s cool, as I don’t give a fuck what any of U’s think about me, as I know the truth and I know what’s fucking real, BRO!!!!!! But I have my sources, and they have told me that there R between 5 and 10 out here somewhere that know this all is 4 total real, no nut job thing is going on other than we all R a bit nuts and if any of U had pressure and stress and this much shit and hell in your lives, U’da all been locked up in freaking Looney nubbins decades ago, so this does not bother me in the least. Yes I have a tiny following that KNOWS THIS IS ALL 100% REAL. Natch, this is also known by WOMO enemies, my own family, and this ticks these bitches off at the speed of light times the speed of light times eleven-hundred, very funny TBS-end of CALLIO, huh BRA????????????????????????????????????? Aniwho, 4 the 1995 continue-0n-readership, a lot will not make a real great big bunch of sense, but tough beer gas as this is now gonna get said. I wanted to make things happen that in no way could have ever happened in the so-called waking and or REAL WORLD. The circa now is say somewhere in 1979. I had moved from a small super-dingy old apartment in Williamstown on Main Street, into a nice home purchased from the Muckensturm family from Germany 4 just over 30 thousand dollars. Settlement and move in date was the 15th of freaking October. I was able 2 get what I wanted. Now what I wanted 4 right now is so totally unimportant 4U2 know the details, it stinks backwards at jet velocity. I’ll merely ass say that if I wanted the thrill of leaping off Mount Everest and flying over the Himalayan Mountains in my underwear, and landing in the heart of Paris where 100 lovely teen queens were there 2 greet and worship me as some god, then this seemingly impossible 2 achieve task was accomplished. The point here is not the details of what I was wanting and what actually happened, but that 2 types of intellect exist as part of an expansion-dimension, sort of an add-on dimension 2 the 3 that all of the waking world knows and lives by each and every freaking day. The point is that I wanted 2 do this marvelous miracle that just could never B done in the waking word, if 4 basically no other reason, it would sort of just simply go against a naturally occurring phenomenon that none of U out here R near yet ready 4 ,me 2 explain details of this with U, and that being, LAWTRONICS!!!!!!! Just because a 7 foot giant wishes 2 shrink his or her height down to 6-3, or a short midget of 4-2 wants 2 grow 2 the height of 5-4, does not in any way in an A/B desire:event ratio produce so much as .000000000001% ability of outcome or result. How can these digits B raised is the question, Mister William Shakespeare, and not whether or not U exist or not ol’ buddy from sometime back. UB, BRO, there’s no question on that front, U EXIST, and TIME IS AN ILLUSION. Hence U always have been and always will B. But an unopened mind with closed eyes and ears is going, HUH, right Lenny Cher Briscoe? Speak of dives, and not those done in the Olympics, geese Louise surfer Fonty Kickcar Shannon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To get the numbers from totally 0000000-IMPOSSIBLE 2 start slowly creeping up into the potential realms of ever so slight possibility, wild things need B done that indeed CAN override and circumvent LAWTRONIC laws of 4th and 5th dimensional hyperspace, or awake conscious physical plane life. I did it. But did IIIIIIIII do it or did some THING or ENTITY or WHATEVER Congressman Oakstreet Andrews, do it THROUGH ME, kind sir???????????????? Ask a man that is not afraid 2 fire people, and I do not mean jimmy Stonehenge from the Griffin Callio Pipe-world of the ACMUA, go 2, http://www.acmua.com/, BRA!!!! Ask Shorty MacInvondi, better known SIR-PRINCE, as the DONALD. Not that he is gonna answer any of u with candor and honesty. Read his books. He admits 2 being the epitome of a business dirtbag. And read between lines, don’t b a total dope all of your damn lives. So what did this jerk off do 2 me, and what did I do 2 accomplish or think I did of my own refreaking volition that is, 2 accomplish this feat of the mount Everest Fly? Natch, super abridgement is totally necc here or I’d B all freaking day and then 1000 more days, maybe. Well there is a power called by me, ELECTRONIC METAPHYSICS, and this is the TOOL that me as the flesh and blood human that I am, as I exist currently in this time-world interaction as MARK MOHR, used, or thought that I used, only it was them that first wanted 2 exist here in this waking life and could not get through the so-called channel because in so doing it would violate the lawtronics, as they wanted 2 enter in here as. LSS or (LONG-STORY-SHORT), in order 2 get me 2 use this ‘power’ or ‘tool’, they first needed 2 influence me 2 try it and C how it worked, and then make me get more hooked on using it than a crackhead like Whitney H. is hooked on her junk of cherce, Bunkie. Finally the real kicker is this. They had 2 give me, I said they, or THEY, GAVE ME, the Mount Everest desire 2 start with, It never was anything that I ever would have cared about doing or pulling off, not until THEY made me think that this is what I wanted more than anything. Watch out Paula, step up Comcast 13th Street of magic cymbal license tags, B-CAREFUL honey buns. I look back now and think, who gives a fuck about Mount Everest or flying over it. Natch, this is hypothetical and /I assure my entire blogaud that this mountain as well as flying, has absolutely nothing 2 do with anything real pertaining 2 my nightmare life story in this horrendous HUNTINGTON CURSE, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As 4 messing with the Edgar Casey trances like ol’ boyhood reality-hero Count Petofi loved doing in that hit television show called DARK SHADOWS, here is a little squib about Y things went belly up[ and beyond all pales here at this new house regarding the ‘substance abuse’ problem, not that Scylla and her super dysfunctional family really needs any excuses 4 SA. This is and has been always a big factor, but fans, take heart, all of the pop world and Hellyweird is basically and always has been, running in that dysfunctional circle. A very few can mange 2 stay out of it, but what excuse is there 4 the 700 distant cousins when U work it out down as far as 4 out and 7 removed? This is where it has got 2B in the DNA or something. 99+ percent of them R either very heavy drinkers or major users of other S. This is all verifiable, and I have my sources. Not one source, try 5, and they R good ones. So Y did I wreck the Lakehouse and stop this from coming into the reality of the Jersey branch of this family, and thus me, as I would have been there and was invited by the mighty Elisa, her exact words B4 she called me a “FAMILY-DESTROYER”, 4 doing absolutely nothing 2 deserve that horrible defamation of my character, and if I said I enjoyed my swim and the barbeque and the ons and ons that I went on with about it at the time, Y then did I wreck it by literally, and 2 quote the ‘late?’ David Charles Roth, “SPEAK IT OUT OF EXISTENCE”, by saying how good it was and what a good time I had there that day at the May of oh-nine BBQ? Let me try and tell this in the most human way so that humans can crawl into the mind of someone who most likely thanks 2 surviving all of this hell over the past 40 plus years, is enlightened 2 perhaps 1-5 thousand years ahead of my fellow co human population inhabitants of this Earth. Let me give this a real hard college try here. Look peeps, I have been involved in the un-natural world in my present lifetime as Mark Mohr or me, 4 most of my life and definitely 4 all of my legally-adult life of 21+. Unlike all or most of U out here reading SUPERNATURAL websites and blogs oriented 2 this stuff, I am totally opposite of any of U. I want 2 run and hide from all of this just as fast as Julia White and my oldest daughter legs can possibly CARRY me away from it, yet it is not a reality 4 me. I am trapped, there is no escape. Believe me BRA, I have tried and tried desperately freaking hard and 4 a very ling time. All; I desire is a totally normal life, and 2B just like any and all of U out here ion Cybertown. But no matter what I do or where I go, every single waking and sleeping minute or if that is a slight over exaggeration, then believe me please, it is only a very SKLIGHT one, as constantly and continually, the crap of the “spirit-world”, literally draws me into it with no way 4 me 2 worm out of each of the things that keep occurring around me endlessly, no matter how fucking damn hard I may ever try. Many will argue that I love talking about the great city of HEAVEN, the FASCITAR, the ASTRASL PLASNE, the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, the BRIGGER CULTISTS, the GAWNUM, and literally on and on with a seemingly endless laundry list of horse-shit that would disprove what I now am attempting 2 say and make claim 2. Sorry, UR reading me all wrong. I tell because it is my only fucking way 4 me 2 fight this evil disease back, these real yet totally invisible enemies from what church worlders classify as the SPIRIT-WORLD, and many paying it great lip service until along comes me and tells what is happening 2 me and then they All say, “no way, UR just in need of some real serious mental help, ya nut job”.
Atlantic City all happened and it is all real. I thought that this was the total root of everything. It took decades of exploration 4 me 2C that an entire family from my dreams no less, calling themselves in these dreams, “THAT-FAMNILY, and those in it, calling me “THAT-BOY”, is a bigger picture. Still bigger is the way it all ftsd into something called the “WEIRD-THEORY” of the nineteen-eighties. This basically is all about closed curve smaller infinities that R locked endlessly inside closed curved larger infinites. This only scratches the surface however of so much more junk that is interconnected with all of my HUNTINGTON CURSE NIGHTMARE, and the MAYAN GODDESS, Julia. Here is what I will tell U now that could get my fucking home burned down tonight, and hay, I don’t give a fuck, but in case the FBI is watching the place, I would not suggest anyone get 2 religiously upset 2 a point where they decide 2 take any actions beyond avoiding THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN and the life journals of MARK WAYNE MOHR. A child following this now had decoded and understands the strange box and mist from frozen embryos and on and on, that my daughter in some hyper-transdimensional form was showing her dad. But beyond that, her ‘dad’ on paper was quite perturbed and mad at ‘his daughter’ as she attempted 2 reveal this secret 2 me, as well as the biggest one, and that being that these so-called parents of Scylla’s R the Mayan controllers of this planet directly sent here by the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and remember the LAWTRASONIC RULE, that symbols must B shown so that the very small and miniscule group of wisest searchers and seekers of truth, will observe what the covert powerful ones R attempting 2 cover up, and not B totally blocked from this necessary ability 2 do so. What is the final secret. Well, that Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocllevious Krassle, who hates me 4 daring 2 care about Scylla in a special way, used me 2 not only bring her from the sixties 2 the nineties as he is not capable of this, that he indeed is Scylla’s father on the ASTRAL PLANE, but that on the physical plane, I was used, twice, once in 1970, and once in 33. Now burn the place fucking down if U want, I TELL TRUTHS. TIS IS FUCKING BTOTAL WAR, SATAN BOOM!!!
MARKETS WILL FLY, PHILLIES WILL DIE, BUT LAKEHOUSES WILL VANISH., I WILL NOT B A WIIOLLING PARTICIPANT AND PARTY 2 ANY SCHEME AND GAME OF THE ASTRAL WORLD GODS. I HAVE FREAKING BETTER THINGS 2 DO WITH MY INFINITE EXISTENCE THAN 2 PLAY ROCKS AND PAPERS AND LIGHT AND SQUARTES WQITH ANY OF U SICK BASTARDS. BYE-BYE AP, and not your AP, Amy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then Kirk, is this your daughters internet?????????????? I think soon, I can claim it is mine, but I am now speaking of the 3rd emb freeze of Mizz Jurassic Park from the music studios of Clementon, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
END OF THIS BWOG, ELMER WABBIT FWUDD, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
POST SCRIPT, BRO:
Back off, or my blogs go even beyond this, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BLOG 18 LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR
August 16, 2009
“LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR, BLOG #18”
Sunday MoUUUUUUrning, 9:05 AM, August 16th, of 2K9
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The computer is trying 2 run a lot of bull-shirt programs, and I do not trust this MILLIONTH-COUNCIL junk. When I try 2 write an important blog, this shirt always fucping happens, like precision freaking clockwork, BRA. I know I need a new mouse and or pad and keyboard, cheap enough 2 buy at the Wal-Mart down the street next week or whenever, BRA. I will tell a few very important things now 2 my life journal, and whoever may B reading it now or some day out in negative and positronic space expansions, (the future).
First, as U know I returned from a NIGHTMARE VACATION, when Ann King Silva and I went down 2 Atlantic City 4 a 3 day and 2 night stay at the trump Plaza Hotel and Casino. B4 going on, let me tell U about this hacked mother fucping computer. Constantly I get a message about it wanting me 2 run blocked programs. When I click where it tells me 2 run them so the bull shirt will stop signaling, it within no time signal screens me that it won’t work, using some computer technical jargon. This is every fucping time I ever try 2 blog, and this means since I bought it around early May of oh-eight, when the MC really started their Gaines/games with me, BRO. Moving back now on pernt Archibald, and the hacking is getting bad. Letters R not coming out on words, the space bar and many other things I totally know R being messed with by enemy government and or whatever HACKERS. I fell under a death siege right after coming out of a powerful Astral Plane interaction, or (dream) by your definition, and in it my mom and I both were in a parallel world quite different from ours, first in that we were the same age yet she was my mother. Now many have challenged me on things such as this, and I promise I will get into this and on this very blog. It gets real major and quite hairy so B freaking braced BRA. Let me stay on point however and try finishing it B4 the enemy really wins and gets their way by shutting me up on what I at least feel in a huge way needs 2B told and right now. Let me just pick it up with the ending of the nightmare vacation from HELL, and here goes that fucping pop up screen , Windows has blocked soma startup programs, bull shirt, let me click it off. If I click into the icon 2 do it, it never works anyway and then just tends 2 mess up things at post up time, this is a major hack of some kind, or some part of the process is, as all it does is first, wastes my time, and second, interferes upon occasion from my being able 2 successfully post my blogs up 2 all of my websites that I post them up 2. Now again, my vacation from hell, where is the pop up screen, it’s coming I know that much 4 sure. History repeats itself, BRO. 2 things were said that the enemy or WOMO did not like at all, WOMO being abbreviated from the longer version of “WORLD-OWNERS and MILITARY-UFO-FORCE-ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MARK MOHR”, and intermediate abridged from World Owners Milituforce Otammites, again creating the shorter term often used by this blogger of {WOMO}, Remember B4I go on, I AM WOMO. I am part of the 500 families that R all owners of the now existing 7-9 billion and all time inclusive roughly 10-12 billion human entities here on this planet that is totally governed from higher realms and regions secretly via their super hush-hush tool the PAWM-PIE, and the IAD-ETTOS control, and R recognized on the ASTRAL PLANE as AWA, and also as the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . I haven’t even warmed up yet, so if U think the best of today is in these words written so far, U would B quite inaccurate, so go and pee or get your large coffee mug and fill it rim-brim high, and then get out the cozier chair and then go back 2 your computer, or just print it out as I do and enjoy it kicked back in your nice cozy bed. Hay it’s Sunday after-all, enjoy. Just because I am not permitted any enjoyment or happiness Jim Garrigan, does not mean that U need also 2B sinking along with me in my screwed up boat, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!! Go run your mother’s blocked startup programs Michael Hacker Dellway Arms 1969 Thaxton Chinachains. I haven’t begun, because first of all, Karen reminded me less than a year ago, that we all need rote, and rote and repeats R on today’s agenda, and 4 those that read it as the first time, get ready 2 have toilet tissue near U along with that cozy area and coffee mug, caveat emptor. Let me just say that hopefully U read how I had that real nice talk early on Thursday morning with the plumber employee at Trumps Plaza HAC, not hack, but interestingly short 4 Hotel-And-Casino, GONG, CRASH, at 15 bells of SPL, oh those symbolisms, U cannot shut cosmos up 4 a minute when U have very high perception 2 the reality going on all around u 24-7-365.2422, that repaired the trouble in the bathroom so that the bathwater would exit out of the bathtub, BRA!!!!!!!!!! We had one hell of an OH-GOD TRACY-STACEY big knockers rap session, BRO!!!!!!! Somebody did not like this, and especially in one of the mighty DONALDS’ rooms, the gods freaking forbid, yo players. They made the rest of the day super nightmare hell. This is no isolated event, this is the immediate RRCA that I have now spoken of and reiterated on in my blogging career of 40 plus months now, so if this does not constitute a legitimately recognized pattern, as Lieutenant Van Buren would say on the famous TV show called “Law & Order”, then I don’t know what does!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ll block your programs Michael Smellway. Go ahead, burn up my teenaged version of MORIANITY, walking bones and subtitles named the BOOK OF BEACH, and whisk away my powerful MAYAN CHAIN, given 2 me by my mentor and Big Brother from the BB Organization at the BOYS CLUB of Philadelphia from the sixties, C if I give a rats grass mole, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is now, this is today, and everything is being recorded, right down 2 this mornings major choppers attack that I took at just past six this morning at work. It was all caught on tape, 2B listened as sound, and seen as images, huh early eighties copyright examiners, but is it over? Forget rooming houses and turning over in beds, as I thought that injecting a small bit of humor back then was necessary with my slightly changed version of this old song, enough 2 make it a totally new legitimate song, still, what can I say Jay-Jay kid DIE-NO-MIGHT????? On now with the show and the story yes the true non Beaver Cleaver Diaries and Journals of the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR. Mouse hacking is really major, and if it is legitimately just wearing out which I find a highly doubtful prospect that in fact I’d B willing 2 wager 5 million dollars on if my net worth was 6 million, double or nothing, BRA, yeah Ima fucping gambler and it is always gonna freaking B in me ol’ blood BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAR maitee’s!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now moving back on after the talk with the plumber that THEY must have hated and punished me horrifically 4, later on in the evening, Ann and I had driven offshore into the nearby mainland area 2 find a Chinese restaurant, after entering the only one that she knew of and extremely weird things that we can always do a Jim Beat-up Rockford deal on, happened, and we then decided 2 book out of town and c what we could freaking find. Of the motherfucping gods, how I’d sell my soul 2 Lester Upline Daughtermarry 2B able 2 legitimately do it the way U could do it Beve. Life journal of Mark Mohr. Today, this date, “Woke up. Ate. Brushed teeth. Boring day. SOSO. Nothing happened. Pet the dog and cat. Watched a little TV. Went 2 freaking bed, CU tomorrow diary”. NOT MEANT 2B BRA, just not meant 2 ever B, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would literally give U anything U want Lester Scum, ANYTHING, but U all ready have it, no blogaudians, not my daut, ME, he has me in his hell, that is what he REALLY is after, all else is but a freaking PARLOR-TRICK, a magic act, a Vegas show, glitter, or ILLUSION, 2 say it really best, MAYA. Hay Bro, just add the 14th letter of “N” and wo, I really wonder what that might spell, Julia? But it gets just a little better than this, JW. The license tag on that stinking 13th Street van where also on 13th street, the blue car is back at the Comcast Cable with my younger dough’s tag, JNR-10P or Paula Junior age 10 years, which indeed is her age until her 11th birthday in 6 weeks on September the 29th, but moving still on, yo, the van tag last week earlier B4 the nightmare vacation from hell, of MCZ-98T, wow papa-zappie, this tears it. Harborfields High is located at 98 “Taylor up on the island, and when U look at the 26th letter in our English alphabet, the “Z”, take 1970 and add 26 and was it not 1996 that Haddonwood mysteriously shut down forever and lays dormant there 2 this very day” Also was this not the year that on August 2nd that my mom and I took a TERRORIST THREAT by some man of Indian descent KALI? Was this not the year that basically my search 2 locate the all mighty LORD/ESS or SAR/AH KRASSLE JEHOVAH GODDESS began? Do I really need 2 run on and on and on, or R any of U getting 13-17 bells of clashing banging crisp ear bleeding cymbals busting your drums yet? Mariah, I have no choice but 2 tell all of this, in fact, Karen tells me I need 2 use more explanations and more rote in my story telling/blogging, so the entire Long Island story needs B repeated on this blog 4 new readers that refuse 2 archive older blogs on the topic on the website of http://www.blogger.com/ BRA!!!!! Get ready 2 chase your hat, as this is gonna really outdo being in front of the mighty “Altec Voice of the Theater” audio monitors. I should know, I’ve had my hast literally blown off my head with them back at RPL half a lifetime ago in the 1979-1981 time circa. But first, your hat stays on without a brick on it, as I want 2 finish up the point with what happened at the casino. Wow would ghost busters love 2B a part of my life. This entire room is suddenly smelling as though it is smack dab in the center of a flower garden with incredibly powerful aromas from the flowers everywhere, just totally permeating every cubic foot of this bedroom, BRO!!!!!!!! Back hopefully again now on the point, Ann and I did indeed find the inland Chinese eats place and we ordered our take out and headed back 2 Atlantic City and out room, being #3419 Empire Steele. Laugh at me now rat skunks, a day will come when all of U will B in Dogtown, and no blog should detail these horrors, but U can bet that no matter how U all think U can forever hurt me and get away with it, and escape into some grave, UR seriously mistaken, as I personally know about Dogtown and have served a monstrous sentence there 4 murdering my brother until Scylla Jehovah took pity upon me and shortened my sentence and got me released. She heard me singing a song, that all dogs there sing while working out in a very hot environment doing heavy work with our paws. It is known there as the official DOGTOWN THEME, and the United States Copyright Office has the official song and all of the details, it is all very real and none of it is one bit made up, so laugh all U want. Yeah Dave ol’ buddy, that’s IF I can find a lawn mower anywhere around here, HA-Ha-Ha, real funny. Still the pinball jagged glass torment and paddle box gismos after long grueling horrendous beyond any human conceivability, well I am just not gonna freaking even touch that one today, maybe someday, but no promises, Jim Rockford Garner Loosetooth Punchout. So Ann and I if I can move on here, got re-parked and started walking through the garage and Ann kept insisting that there was a shorter way 2 get 2 our room, much shorter, by taking the elevator down 2 a lobby and then another elevator up 2 our room. Somebody in the MILCO had totally toast fried her brain, and I knew it. Laughingly and making light of it, I told her there is no way that distance can B eliminated unless U can increase the density around a small field between 2 points by many times, as this will in fact shrink the distance and shorten or ‘warp’ space, but outside of 23rd century field travel, forget it, this is still oh-nine back here in the dark ages. I said all of this, and she was proven wrong and we ended up walking our same long walk from the automobile 2 the eventual elevator leading up 2 our room. I intentionally said all this aloud, knowing fully well that everything is carefully bugged in a casino. U can bet that right B4 the opening bell on Wall Street the next morning, a huge evil chemtrail was right over us out our window, and over the beach, unmissable and ugly as hell, as though some snotty kid had just gotten quite ill and wretched up a plate of poached eggs all over the otherwise nice morning summer skies. Do the copyright examiners remember this on the original 1988 “EPITOME OF HARASSMENT” cassette tapes? Well, D-men, and G-men and all men, and women as well 4 that matter, it is all down there, officially logged, reported, and totally recorded 4 the entire future, as somebody somewhere some day is gonna fucping know the total hell that this diseased squat licking M,ILLIONTH-COUNCIL has put me through 4 nearly 55 freaking years in this present astral dream down (ADD) or U might say as a psychic, LIFETIME. Here R some great sites 2 look at stuff pertaining 2 my wicked demonic and totally diseased enemies, BRO!!! http://www.chemtrail-central.com/
http://www.chembusters.com/
http://www.acpd.com/
http://www.acbp.com/
http://www.acmua.com/sarahmartino/
http://www.frankcallio.com/
Future readers beyond this century, U can simply tune back with your distance delaynet 2 mwcw.june2008/Morianity-foundation.com/ and C my foundation webpage. If newer ones come, they will just B numbered with the same name, and then a 2 or 3 or whatever I need 2 use, depending on how many others may ever want 2 use the name B4I can get a new site up and running, hopefully soon.
Also U can GOOGLE UP things like FASCITAR, GAWNUM, GAWKY GAUKAUK, SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, MILLIONTH-COUNCIL BLOGS, MARK WAYNE MOHR, MOUNTAINPEN, and along these lines. This time period only needs 2 archive old blogs as all 5 of them R posted by the GOOGLE SEARCH ENGINE owned http://www.blogger.com/blogs of mountainpen/ or try hypertext transfer protocols of ‘drunkenhive’ or ‘theansweristhequestion’. This is just the start, but remember that information on the internet is fallible as it is on any source. Reliability is always in question with all thinking minds. Take HEINZ GOTTWALD of BABYLON, LONG ISLAND, just 4 instance. When I Googled up my own distant cousin, and remember his first wife B4 she died supposedly from getting a flu shot which I am not buying by the way, was my mother’s first cousin and my second cousin, RUTH HUNTINGTON GOTTWALD. Her maiden names were the first 2, and her married name being the 3rd, duhh. She was a librarian in a large city library in Manhattan, the big one if my memory is serving me. While single, she met a young banker, Heinz, and they shortly married and had 5 children. If U GOOGLE this up, all my 2nd cousins once removed or these 5 children, R listed as of the year 1989 or roughly in this circa. It shows some R still living on the great island, while others have moved out into the Midwestern parts of the United States, and so on and so forth, and then it mentions his remarried wife. He told my mom he was lonely and needed her shortly after the death of my Aunt Ruth. But my pernt Archibald Queens is this? If U did not know beans from freaking beer about my family, U would say, Mountainpen is a freaking liar, this banker honcho never married any Ruth Huntington. But if U go on and further check with NEW YORK STATE Bureaus of Vital Stats, U can then C that I am speaking only total truths. Y would I make any of this up 4 the sake of the gods? But U ain’t heard pukejuices yet my friends and my fiends out there, stay-C tuned right now, it good. But still, JUST 2 COMPLICATE THINGS and do a ‘HISTORY MARKER REMOVAL’ of a sorts, 2 further attempt 2 erode MORIANITY and its claims, and MARK MOHR and his claims; that all of this is indeed a totally real and true story of a personal nightmare that defies the minds of Steven King and Steven Spielberg, and James Patterson, and all of them put together; what did JULIA WHITE-PRIVECODENUMBER-110 do? She hypnotized me and had sex with me and used her protection as a sperm catcher and she had a strange small box with her that had icy mist coming out of it, I saw it when she put the protection gismo into it, and this is how I know what I know, especially after not remembering my early trip 2 Long Island in 1968 in early August, by myself. She waited 4 Aunt Ruth 2 go out on the dock and clean up some debris from a strong wind that passed through the area the previous night, and somehow distorted time or did something, as Ruth my second cousin who I called simply “Aunt-Ruth” had vanished. But now I know that Julia White put something in a drink that she had sitting still unfinished on a beautiful solid real silver coaster on a living room coffee table. I now also know that this powerful chemical was something that reacted even 9 years later, adversely 2 the flu shots that were given out at that time, and that is how she really expired, and this is freaking MURDER. She was only in her middle sixties, still a kid 4 crissake, BRA!!!!!!!!!!! Now if U go and do a quick GOOGLE up search, U only C my ‘uncle” Heinz of 175 Peninsula Drive, Babylon, New York, as married 2 this present lady, as of the time that his death notice was published in a New York City major newspaper. It is all there 4 anyone 2 do and try and prove me out a liar, but wait, new readers, things heat up from here way super nasty bad. YO. B4I get into this, I want U2 GOOGLE up the GASWNUM, and learn how 2 use it, and then C4 yourself how JW’s PCN is indeed 110. Then U will also C when U figure it out, that GUATEMALA has a PCN, or a “PRIVATE COSMICALLY-CODED NUMBER” of 990. Whether or not I will always love Guatemala is yet 2B seen, but enough of the yuk-yuk shirt 4 right now, BRO. Now add up the 2 numbers of 990 and 110, and remember that I explained 2 or 3 years back on prior blogging texts how LAWTRONIC insists on those that R doing secret type things, reveal them through some symbolic form 2 those few whom R enlightened enough 2 potentially read through the otherwise random noise of coincidence. Now in the Roman numeration system the letter “M” is 1,000, and the letter “C” is 100. 990 plus 110 does indeed equal MC or 1,100, the LAWTRONIC insistence of proving 2 the wise and enlightened few amongst us entities of now about 8 billion give or take, that can C up front and personal, that this connection of the MAYAN QUEEN, named JULIA WHITE, and the aborigines of Guatemala 1500 years ago or in that approximate range, is indeed TOTALLY CONNECTED, and absolutely verified and proven through a powerful non-coincidental mathematical symbolism. U must leave a paper trail when operating in major secrecy, with sufficient breadcrumbs 4 the most enlightened 2 at least B made clearly aware of what the reality is that’s going on around all of us yet going by just about everybody. There R these LAWTRONIC ‘systems’ in place, but no one is making an actual legislative motion or doing anything, and this is way 2 complex 4 me ever 2 explain 2 planet Earth, simply because the build in answers that make this all appear in the MAYA/ILLUSION, as hyper complex, is due 2 such unfathomable absolute simplicity. I said this B4 and it will not B received any stronger or by anyone better now than it was then. When the following 2 short sentenced makes U jump up and yell, “OH SHIRT, WE’RE REALLY ALL SCREWED”, then and only then, can UB considered totally enlightened and will then GET IT, and C what I really mean with all of this stuff. Only then, BRA. Nothing is actually occurring in the 7th dimension that has real courts or councils or magistrates, nor is any body or group or individual creating and or legislating a thing. This is so built in, and so automatic 2 the way the entire system simply works, that it just cannot ever B told rationally, not explained ever scientifically. It will not stand up ever 2 the accepted laboratory scrutiny’s of what makes science, SCIENCE. It is really just that real and just that simple, Chinachain Henningsen from the state colored RED. Let me tell U what happened a few years after Paula King, also known Sir Prince as Julia White, and another secretly politically correct set of initials, is this getting good? Toilet paper in hand please, U may need it. It was the last time I ever was on Long Island and the closest I ever was again was nearly a year ago when I took 2 of Chicky’s brothers 2 the JFK Airport in Queens, New York, and I can produce, and will on a later website, a dated receipt from the airport fast food place where I used my Visa Debit card or my Capital One Visa card, I forget right now which of the 2 it was, showing the name of the eats place, the date, and Queens, New York. I like 2 document the living shirt out of my life and if u have not yet guessed Y, please now switch off this blog and go over and visit Martha Stuart BLOG and C what new recipes that she’s working on, yummy, or go 2 the Henry Mauricio Airplane Mechanics Story blog, but U really just do not belong here, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Y am I documenting every move and keeping life journals since I was a young dude of 28 years, half my life ago literary? RU serious emerefers?????????????????????? Sheeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiittt!!!!!
It was the summer of 1972, I was 17 and a half and mom and I went up 2 Babylon, Long Island, New York 2 visit the fam. This was my last visit there, hurrah, I’m free at last Hank Williams Junior, yeah right!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I may not know about love and all its worry, and no need 2 hurry, and all the country sad tear jerking songs from the whaling Williams, but I do know this much. Julia White is the most horrid monstrous despicable phase 4 Timeless-Satellian entity in all of the mighty phase 4 existence on the Astral-Plane. We got up there, mom and me on a set of trains after first taking the bus as we lived in Oaklyn, NEW JERSEY, Roddenberry time travelers, in the mighty Michael Dellway Arms Apartment garden style complex on Oakland Avenue. This bus was a half block from the apartment right on Route-30, again with Route-30, the White Horse Pike, and it went into Philadelphia where we then needed 2 take the Suburban Station train from the center of the city out westbound 2 the 30th Street station where another train took us into New York City, and then we took a cab 2 still another train, the Long Island Railroad system, and this took us out 2 good-ol’ Babylon, where 2nd cuz “Aunt” Ruth met mom and me in her car and drove us 2 miles or whatever from there 2 their small mansion across from the great yacht club on Peninsula Drive. We were there about 4 days if memory correctly serves me, and I was almost as miserable as I was last week in Atlantic City, New Traveling-Roddenberry, Jersey, USAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If memory serves me at all correctly, the first full day there was boat day, and Heinz Gottwald and Ruth, his real wife, not his Google engine Internet wife of a few years up until his death, and mom and myself, all went 4 a sailboat ride. I was totally miserable. I know nothing about sailing and booms and how 2 do all the different things that this captain Bligh twin was bellowing out 4 me 2 do every 5 minutes or so. We managed 2 get home and then came the next day,. This is the day that Mariah Carey fans love reading and sharing on the internet. When I told this nightmare B4, I learned that this sort of made me a small internet celebrity. I am a nothing,. I had a horrible thing happen. I am not a bit proud of telling what I am not going 2 tell, and have told and older all ready knowing listeners do not have 2 read on with this rehash. Mom was home with Heinz I think. Aunt Ruth and I went on a short little road trip, asking me if I wanted 2C a little bit of the island. First we went just out of Suffolk County and visited some other cousins in Amityville and Massapeekqua. Don’t bite my Jaws off there KING SHARKY, I am not doing any of this, nor was this all planned by some kid not out of his freaking teens yet. Stuff happens, if I knew Y or exactly how, I would own my uncle’s bank, not B a debtor 2 it and other, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, between hot-90’s pollution commercials pirating my 14 year old voice on their coast 2 coast commercials and then this, I admit, I was starting 2 query if something gigantic was not going on around me, but natch, dismissed it as a quick nut job thought. It was no such thing. Dangerfield knew I was in danger from, oh the gods not 19 bells of cymbals clanging, pweeeeeze, and this was back in early June of freaking 1969, Count AP. Aniwho, we left and drove back out of Nassau County and across the island back into Suffolk County, up 2 the Huntington Bay area and here is where I saw more cousins and went out with4 of them, along with a gang of their friends, and more came along as we walked down the street of a nice block. Slowly, one by one, most dispersed and left and the group size quickly began shrinking. They all had places 2 go and things 2 do, hay it was summer, this is teenagers, yo players, U feel me. Suddenly just one cousin was there with me and we went back inside and were asked 2 walk the dog. 4 no apparent reason, my cousin got a pain in his stomach, he wasn’t faking either, there was no way this was fake, and it was major. I offered 2 go out with the dog and leash and began walking down the street when suddenly a lovely blond dish about 16, and if memory is near 2 being correct, she said she was 16, U all know how kids love 2 ask each other ages, the big adult-world-no-no. We talked and both were walking dogs, she was walking her dog, told me its name as well, don’t ask, 1972 was not yesterday, BRA. Don’t ask her name either, and U will CYI made myself forget it real quick, as U read on right now, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We kept walking and she pointed 2 a house and told me how a mixed racial couple lived there with their kids and how my cousins as well as her and her friends had been doing some really bad stuff 2 them. Their last name was Carey. They did criminal mischief 2 the Carey family that today would put all of them in prison 4 long stretches, and thought it was funny. They said that it was 2 try and get rid of them. I asked what kind of stuff was going on. I was told they lit fires around the place, messed with their car, their animals, and all sorts of really despicable junk. It was only after 2008, that I me 2 learn that this indeed was the home of Mariah Carey’s parents, Alfred Roy and Patricia. A huge computer hack just struck me by the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, the very same one that they hit me with back last autumn B4I went into where else but Egg Harbor, New Jersey 2 the eye doctor. There is no beating these motherfucping Timelssatellians, and there never will B. I may not B able 2 post up. I was hit hard today with a major chopper attack, major bowel attack, and now all day major fucping computer hacking. I still have lots more 2 tell and will on another blog.
MAGNESONIC, CRUSH ALL ENEMIES OF YOUR CREATOR. I will continue this later, I figured out how 2 un-hack this thing, and wanna post while the getting is good baby love, but much more is coming 4 all my new readers, this is Y so much is going on that many R wondering about. As 4 the Lakehouse, I think it exists somewhere in Huntington Bay or down below it in Huntington. In any event, when it managed 2 hyperspace its way into my life up here in this century, I knew that only one way could stop it, and I used the damn technology that I know how 2, yes OJ, U may B rotting in prison sir, but U taught me something around 1970 or 1971 on that great Medical Center show that I loved so much. I WILL USE THE HANDS AND THE TOOLS THAT I HAVE, limited as these my B, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Someone is really asking 4 a huger hurricane 2 strike than Andrew, Gloria, and Katrina all put the fucp together, JULIA/JULIE. Let me quickly rap this up. The girl gave me her phone number and liked me a lot. She told me 2 call her. I was in awe of her physical beauty, not many winners of Miss Teenage America R that lovely. She had long yellow hair as done my lightning goddess out on the Astral Plane, she was tall, built like 5 brick shirt houses, and beyond stunning. But when she acted like it was OK 2 mess with an innocent family and do all those awful things that led I have been told since, 2 the break up of MC’s parents, I was mortified, horrified, and revolted times 10 to exponents not bloggable in this downline. As we later drove away, she ran out and waved 2 me and I faked 4 whatever reason a smile, I think 2 get her hopes up, and sort of flagged the small notepad sheet with her telephone number on it and she smiled back and hollered something along the lines of call me and come back again. The second my Aunt Ruth rounded a bend and I was completely out of view of the entire block, I ripped up the phone number sheet into about 32 pieces and threw it right out the freaking window. I still remember Aunt Ruth giving me a brutal punch in my left arm and saying 2 me, “Mark, we don’t litter here on the island”. then we both sort of laughed and chuckled. My arm that night looked more like a huge apple than an arm. Aunt Ruth was tall and very strong, and I was skinny and puny at 17 and even a punch from a small child would make me run 4 cover. Anyway, this all happened, it is not made up, and I have tried apologizing 4 my family’s rotten behavior over and over, but am not all that sure that MC really can ever forgive one of her biggest fans. When the computer hack struck bad 10 minutes or so ago, I almost shirt myself as well. There is no way any of these things R coincidences, and I now will quickly prove in the following illustration that even the mighty FBI is 2 scared 2 ever wanna get involved in my major personal problems, officer King under the late and great musician known well locally last century, Charlie Wells. I have blogged enough stuff that a child with any schooling knows well enough 2 know that I have a following if nowhere else with government officials and agencies. I have said enough forbidden things where it would shock me into a total stupor 2 ever have this proven that I am wrong. On top of this, the man that is our landlord, the owner of the home here on 13th Street, is an active agent, Agent Steve Caruso of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. I have told him how Chicky and Dawn have violent fights and R criminals and alcoholics and that they tear this house literally apart, that they have been ejected from other homes in the past 4 doing this exact same thing, and will swear 2 any of this under oath in a court of law under pain of perjury charges. Yes, they also R good repairers, but Y would he want 2 take the risk that these nutcases won’t someday really wreck the entire place? It is because he does not, or the bureau dies not want 2 involve themselves with me or get near my wild MAYAN hell with a 231 light year long stick, BRA. If that does not prove a lot right there,2U, then man, UR a case of the brain-dead!!!!!!! How can I ever know if MC is not exacting revenge, this is her family, no matter how distant it is. I will not lie and twell U out there in Cyber-Village that I am not one totally motherfucping scared dude. If I end up in jail after all this is said and done, I will get out someday, and somebody or something will b sued from foreign shores 4 a trillion mother fucping bucks, and baby, U can definitely take that as a total yet legal WAYV-B-CAREFUL-THREAT. Rock on everybody, all I can do is suffer in this program I have come 2 refer 2 as HELL-INTERACTIVE. 1 thing I do know 4 total sure/shore BRA, and that is this baby-love: Without a super advanced MOGOSP and a powerful computer at your disposal that’s far beyond the mind of Gates and Jobs or maybe not, all this stuff just could not B happening 2 me, no freaking way. Take the Nightmare Vacation, BRO. Without a powerful AUTOMATED MOTIVE-GOAL SOFTWARE PROGRAM, AND POWER ENOUGH 2 RUN SUCH A DISEASE, there just is no way this all could B pulled off. I have been told by Congressmen, Assistant Governors, top-cops, prosecutors in 4 counties, and many other authorities in high power, that first, no one who lives in normal-mortal time would do this over this long of a period of time, and secondly, that there just is no way it could B done, not the way I claim it is being done. Well it is, BRA and ska-rue UUUUU!!!!!!!!! There still is a mountain of stuff 2 tell and say, but that is Y Goddess SSJKK invented time worlds and tomorrows, BRA!!!!!!!!!
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Sunday MoUUUUUUrning, 9:05 AM, August 16th, of 2K9
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The computer is trying 2 run a lot of bull-shirt programs, and I do not trust this MILLIONTH-COUNCIL junk. When I try 2 write an important blog, this shirt always fucping happens, like precision freaking clockwork, BRA. I know I need a new mouse and or pad and keyboard, cheap enough 2 buy at the Wal-Mart down the street next week or whenever, BRA. I will tell a few very important things now 2 my life journal, and whoever may B reading it now or some day out in negative and positronic space expansions, (the future).
First, as U know I returned from a NIGHTMARE VACATION, when Ann King Silva and I went down 2 Atlantic City 4 a 3 day and 2 night stay at the trump Plaza Hotel and Casino. B4 going on, let me tell U about this hacked mother fucping computer. Constantly I get a message about it wanting me 2 run blocked programs. When I click where it tells me 2 run them so the bull shirt will stop signaling, it within no time signal screens me that it won’t work, using some computer technical jargon. This is every fucping time I ever try 2 blog, and this means since I bought it around early May of oh-eight, when the MC really started their Gaines/games with me, BRO. Moving back now on pernt Archibald, and the hacking is getting bad. Letters R not coming out on words, the space bar and many other things I totally know R being messed with by enemy government and or whatever HACKERS. I fell under a death siege right after coming out of a powerful Astral Plane interaction, or (dream) by your definition, and in it my mom and I both were in a parallel world quite different from ours, first in that we were the same age yet she was my mother. Now many have challenged me on things such as this, and I promise I will get into this and on this very blog. It gets real major and quite hairy so B freaking braced BRA. Let me stay on point however and try finishing it B4 the enemy really wins and gets their way by shutting me up on what I at least feel in a huge way needs 2B told and right now. Let me just pick it up with the ending of the nightmare vacation from HELL, and here goes that fucping pop up screen , Windows has blocked soma startup programs, bull shirt, let me click it off. If I click into the icon 2 do it, it never works anyway and then just tends 2 mess up things at post up time, this is a major hack of some kind, or some part of the process is, as all it does is first, wastes my time, and second, interferes upon occasion from my being able 2 successfully post my blogs up 2 all of my websites that I post them up 2. Now again, my vacation from hell, where is the pop up screen, it’s coming I know that much 4 sure. History repeats itself, BRO. 2 things were said that the enemy or WOMO did not like at all, WOMO being abbreviated from the longer version of “WORLD-OWNERS and MILITARY-UFO-FORCE-ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MARK MOHR”, and intermediate abridged from World Owners Milituforce Otammites, again creating the shorter term often used by this blogger of {WOMO}, Remember B4I go on, I AM WOMO. I am part of the 500 families that R all owners of the now existing 7-9 billion and all time inclusive roughly 10-12 billion human entities here on this planet that is totally governed from higher realms and regions secretly via their super hush-hush tool the PAWM-PIE, and the IAD-ETTOS control, and R recognized on the ASTRAL PLANE as AWA, and also as the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . I haven’t even warmed up yet, so if U think the best of today is in these words written so far, U would B quite inaccurate, so go and pee or get your large coffee mug and fill it rim-brim high, and then get out the cozier chair and then go back 2 your computer, or just print it out as I do and enjoy it kicked back in your nice cozy bed. Hay it’s Sunday after-all, enjoy. Just because I am not permitted any enjoyment or happiness Jim Garrigan, does not mean that U need also 2B sinking along with me in my screwed up boat, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!! Go run your mother’s blocked startup programs Michael Hacker Dellway Arms 1969 Thaxton Chinachains. I haven’t begun, because first of all, Karen reminded me less than a year ago, that we all need rote, and rote and repeats R on today’s agenda, and 4 those that read it as the first time, get ready 2 have toilet tissue near U along with that cozy area and coffee mug, caveat emptor. Let me just say that hopefully U read how I had that real nice talk early on Thursday morning with the plumber employee at Trumps Plaza HAC, not hack, but interestingly short 4 Hotel-And-Casino, GONG, CRASH, at 15 bells of SPL, oh those symbolisms, U cannot shut cosmos up 4 a minute when U have very high perception 2 the reality going on all around u 24-7-365.2422, that repaired the trouble in the bathroom so that the bathwater would exit out of the bathtub, BRA!!!!!!!!!! We had one hell of an OH-GOD TRACY-STACEY big knockers rap session, BRO!!!!!!! Somebody did not like this, and especially in one of the mighty DONALDS’ rooms, the gods freaking forbid, yo players. They made the rest of the day super nightmare hell. This is no isolated event, this is the immediate RRCA that I have now spoken of and reiterated on in my blogging career of 40 plus months now, so if this does not constitute a legitimately recognized pattern, as Lieutenant Van Buren would say on the famous TV show called “Law & Order”, then I don’t know what does!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ll block your programs Michael Smellway. Go ahead, burn up my teenaged version of MORIANITY, walking bones and subtitles named the BOOK OF BEACH, and whisk away my powerful MAYAN CHAIN, given 2 me by my mentor and Big Brother from the BB Organization at the BOYS CLUB of Philadelphia from the sixties, C if I give a rats grass mole, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is now, this is today, and everything is being recorded, right down 2 this mornings major choppers attack that I took at just past six this morning at work. It was all caught on tape, 2B listened as sound, and seen as images, huh early eighties copyright examiners, but is it over? Forget rooming houses and turning over in beds, as I thought that injecting a small bit of humor back then was necessary with my slightly changed version of this old song, enough 2 make it a totally new legitimate song, still, what can I say Jay-Jay kid DIE-NO-MIGHT????? On now with the show and the story yes the true non Beaver Cleaver Diaries and Journals of the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR. Mouse hacking is really major, and if it is legitimately just wearing out which I find a highly doubtful prospect that in fact I’d B willing 2 wager 5 million dollars on if my net worth was 6 million, double or nothing, BRA, yeah Ima fucping gambler and it is always gonna freaking B in me ol’ blood BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAR maitee’s!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now moving back on after the talk with the plumber that THEY must have hated and punished me horrifically 4, later on in the evening, Ann and I had driven offshore into the nearby mainland area 2 find a Chinese restaurant, after entering the only one that she knew of and extremely weird things that we can always do a Jim Beat-up Rockford deal on, happened, and we then decided 2 book out of town and c what we could freaking find. Of the motherfucping gods, how I’d sell my soul 2 Lester Upline Daughtermarry 2B able 2 legitimately do it the way U could do it Beve. Life journal of Mark Mohr. Today, this date, “Woke up. Ate. Brushed teeth. Boring day. SOSO. Nothing happened. Pet the dog and cat. Watched a little TV. Went 2 freaking bed, CU tomorrow diary”. NOT MEANT 2B BRA, just not meant 2 ever B, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would literally give U anything U want Lester Scum, ANYTHING, but U all ready have it, no blogaudians, not my daut, ME, he has me in his hell, that is what he REALLY is after, all else is but a freaking PARLOR-TRICK, a magic act, a Vegas show, glitter, or ILLUSION, 2 say it really best, MAYA. Hay Bro, just add the 14th letter of “N” and wo, I really wonder what that might spell, Julia? But it gets just a little better than this, JW. The license tag on that stinking 13th Street van where also on 13th street, the blue car is back at the Comcast Cable with my younger dough’s tag, JNR-10P or Paula Junior age 10 years, which indeed is her age until her 11th birthday in 6 weeks on September the 29th, but moving still on, yo, the van tag last week earlier B4 the nightmare vacation from hell, of MCZ-98T, wow papa-zappie, this tears it. Harborfields High is located at 98 “Taylor up on the island, and when U look at the 26th letter in our English alphabet, the “Z”, take 1970 and add 26 and was it not 1996 that Haddonwood mysteriously shut down forever and lays dormant there 2 this very day” Also was this not the year that on August 2nd that my mom and I took a TERRORIST THREAT by some man of Indian descent KALI? Was this not the year that basically my search 2 locate the all mighty LORD/ESS or SAR/AH KRASSLE JEHOVAH GODDESS began? Do I really need 2 run on and on and on, or R any of U getting 13-17 bells of clashing banging crisp ear bleeding cymbals busting your drums yet? Mariah, I have no choice but 2 tell all of this, in fact, Karen tells me I need 2 use more explanations and more rote in my story telling/blogging, so the entire Long Island story needs B repeated on this blog 4 new readers that refuse 2 archive older blogs on the topic on the website of http://www.blogger.com/ BRA!!!!! Get ready 2 chase your hat, as this is gonna really outdo being in front of the mighty “Altec Voice of the Theater” audio monitors. I should know, I’ve had my hast literally blown off my head with them back at RPL half a lifetime ago in the 1979-1981 time circa. But first, your hat stays on without a brick on it, as I want 2 finish up the point with what happened at the casino. Wow would ghost busters love 2B a part of my life. This entire room is suddenly smelling as though it is smack dab in the center of a flower garden with incredibly powerful aromas from the flowers everywhere, just totally permeating every cubic foot of this bedroom, BRO!!!!!!!! Back hopefully again now on the point, Ann and I did indeed find the inland Chinese eats place and we ordered our take out and headed back 2 Atlantic City and out room, being #3419 Empire Steele. Laugh at me now rat skunks, a day will come when all of U will B in Dogtown, and no blog should detail these horrors, but U can bet that no matter how U all think U can forever hurt me and get away with it, and escape into some grave, UR seriously mistaken, as I personally know about Dogtown and have served a monstrous sentence there 4 murdering my brother until Scylla Jehovah took pity upon me and shortened my sentence and got me released. She heard me singing a song, that all dogs there sing while working out in a very hot environment doing heavy work with our paws. It is known there as the official DOGTOWN THEME, and the United States Copyright Office has the official song and all of the details, it is all very real and none of it is one bit made up, so laugh all U want. Yeah Dave ol’ buddy, that’s IF I can find a lawn mower anywhere around here, HA-Ha-Ha, real funny. Still the pinball jagged glass torment and paddle box gismos after long grueling horrendous beyond any human conceivability, well I am just not gonna freaking even touch that one today, maybe someday, but no promises, Jim Rockford Garner Loosetooth Punchout. So Ann and I if I can move on here, got re-parked and started walking through the garage and Ann kept insisting that there was a shorter way 2 get 2 our room, much shorter, by taking the elevator down 2 a lobby and then another elevator up 2 our room. Somebody in the MILCO had totally toast fried her brain, and I knew it. Laughingly and making light of it, I told her there is no way that distance can B eliminated unless U can increase the density around a small field between 2 points by many times, as this will in fact shrink the distance and shorten or ‘warp’ space, but outside of 23rd century field travel, forget it, this is still oh-nine back here in the dark ages. I said all of this, and she was proven wrong and we ended up walking our same long walk from the automobile 2 the eventual elevator leading up 2 our room. I intentionally said all this aloud, knowing fully well that everything is carefully bugged in a casino. U can bet that right B4 the opening bell on Wall Street the next morning, a huge evil chemtrail was right over us out our window, and over the beach, unmissable and ugly as hell, as though some snotty kid had just gotten quite ill and wretched up a plate of poached eggs all over the otherwise nice morning summer skies. Do the copyright examiners remember this on the original 1988 “EPITOME OF HARASSMENT” cassette tapes? Well, D-men, and G-men and all men, and women as well 4 that matter, it is all down there, officially logged, reported, and totally recorded 4 the entire future, as somebody somewhere some day is gonna fucping know the total hell that this diseased squat licking M,ILLIONTH-COUNCIL has put me through 4 nearly 55 freaking years in this present astral dream down (ADD) or U might say as a psychic, LIFETIME. Here R some great sites 2 look at stuff pertaining 2 my wicked demonic and totally diseased enemies, BRO!!! http://www.chemtrail-central.com/
http://www.chembusters.com/
http://www.acpd.com/
http://www.acbp.com/
http://www.acmua.com/sarahmartino/
http://www.frankcallio.com/
Future readers beyond this century, U can simply tune back with your distance delaynet 2 mwcw.june2008/Morianity-foundation.com/ and C my foundation webpage. If newer ones come, they will just B numbered with the same name, and then a 2 or 3 or whatever I need 2 use, depending on how many others may ever want 2 use the name B4I can get a new site up and running, hopefully soon.
Also U can GOOGLE UP things like FASCITAR, GAWNUM, GAWKY GAUKAUK, SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, MILLIONTH-COUNCIL BLOGS, MARK WAYNE MOHR, MOUNTAINPEN, and along these lines. This time period only needs 2 archive old blogs as all 5 of them R posted by the GOOGLE SEARCH ENGINE owned http://www.blogger.com/blogs of mountainpen/ or try hypertext transfer protocols of ‘drunkenhive’ or ‘theansweristhequestion’. This is just the start, but remember that information on the internet is fallible as it is on any source. Reliability is always in question with all thinking minds. Take HEINZ GOTTWALD of BABYLON, LONG ISLAND, just 4 instance. When I Googled up my own distant cousin, and remember his first wife B4 she died supposedly from getting a flu shot which I am not buying by the way, was my mother’s first cousin and my second cousin, RUTH HUNTINGTON GOTTWALD. Her maiden names were the first 2, and her married name being the 3rd, duhh. She was a librarian in a large city library in Manhattan, the big one if my memory is serving me. While single, she met a young banker, Heinz, and they shortly married and had 5 children. If U GOOGLE this up, all my 2nd cousins once removed or these 5 children, R listed as of the year 1989 or roughly in this circa. It shows some R still living on the great island, while others have moved out into the Midwestern parts of the United States, and so on and so forth, and then it mentions his remarried wife. He told my mom he was lonely and needed her shortly after the death of my Aunt Ruth. But my pernt Archibald Queens is this? If U did not know beans from freaking beer about my family, U would say, Mountainpen is a freaking liar, this banker honcho never married any Ruth Huntington. But if U go on and further check with NEW YORK STATE Bureaus of Vital Stats, U can then C that I am speaking only total truths. Y would I make any of this up 4 the sake of the gods? But U ain’t heard pukejuices yet my friends and my fiends out there, stay-C tuned right now, it good. But still, JUST 2 COMPLICATE THINGS and do a ‘HISTORY MARKER REMOVAL’ of a sorts, 2 further attempt 2 erode MORIANITY and its claims, and MARK MOHR and his claims; that all of this is indeed a totally real and true story of a personal nightmare that defies the minds of Steven King and Steven Spielberg, and James Patterson, and all of them put together; what did JULIA WHITE-PRIVECODENUMBER-110 do? She hypnotized me and had sex with me and used her protection as a sperm catcher and she had a strange small box with her that had icy mist coming out of it, I saw it when she put the protection gismo into it, and this is how I know what I know, especially after not remembering my early trip 2 Long Island in 1968 in early August, by myself. She waited 4 Aunt Ruth 2 go out on the dock and clean up some debris from a strong wind that passed through the area the previous night, and somehow distorted time or did something, as Ruth my second cousin who I called simply “Aunt-Ruth” had vanished. But now I know that Julia White put something in a drink that she had sitting still unfinished on a beautiful solid real silver coaster on a living room coffee table. I now also know that this powerful chemical was something that reacted even 9 years later, adversely 2 the flu shots that were given out at that time, and that is how she really expired, and this is freaking MURDER. She was only in her middle sixties, still a kid 4 crissake, BRA!!!!!!!!!!! Now if U go and do a quick GOOGLE up search, U only C my ‘uncle” Heinz of 175 Peninsula Drive, Babylon, New York, as married 2 this present lady, as of the time that his death notice was published in a New York City major newspaper. It is all there 4 anyone 2 do and try and prove me out a liar, but wait, new readers, things heat up from here way super nasty bad. YO. B4I get into this, I want U2 GOOGLE up the GASWNUM, and learn how 2 use it, and then C4 yourself how JW’s PCN is indeed 110. Then U will also C when U figure it out, that GUATEMALA has a PCN, or a “PRIVATE COSMICALLY-CODED NUMBER” of 990. Whether or not I will always love Guatemala is yet 2B seen, but enough of the yuk-yuk shirt 4 right now, BRO. Now add up the 2 numbers of 990 and 110, and remember that I explained 2 or 3 years back on prior blogging texts how LAWTRONIC insists on those that R doing secret type things, reveal them through some symbolic form 2 those few whom R enlightened enough 2 potentially read through the otherwise random noise of coincidence. Now in the Roman numeration system the letter “M” is 1,000, and the letter “C” is 100. 990 plus 110 does indeed equal MC or 1,100, the LAWTRONIC insistence of proving 2 the wise and enlightened few amongst us entities of now about 8 billion give or take, that can C up front and personal, that this connection of the MAYAN QUEEN, named JULIA WHITE, and the aborigines of Guatemala 1500 years ago or in that approximate range, is indeed TOTALLY CONNECTED, and absolutely verified and proven through a powerful non-coincidental mathematical symbolism. U must leave a paper trail when operating in major secrecy, with sufficient breadcrumbs 4 the most enlightened 2 at least B made clearly aware of what the reality is that’s going on around all of us yet going by just about everybody. There R these LAWTRONIC ‘systems’ in place, but no one is making an actual legislative motion or doing anything, and this is way 2 complex 4 me ever 2 explain 2 planet Earth, simply because the build in answers that make this all appear in the MAYA/ILLUSION, as hyper complex, is due 2 such unfathomable absolute simplicity. I said this B4 and it will not B received any stronger or by anyone better now than it was then. When the following 2 short sentenced makes U jump up and yell, “OH SHIRT, WE’RE REALLY ALL SCREWED”, then and only then, can UB considered totally enlightened and will then GET IT, and C what I really mean with all of this stuff. Only then, BRA. Nothing is actually occurring in the 7th dimension that has real courts or councils or magistrates, nor is any body or group or individual creating and or legislating a thing. This is so built in, and so automatic 2 the way the entire system simply works, that it just cannot ever B told rationally, not explained ever scientifically. It will not stand up ever 2 the accepted laboratory scrutiny’s of what makes science, SCIENCE. It is really just that real and just that simple, Chinachain Henningsen from the state colored RED. Let me tell U what happened a few years after Paula King, also known Sir Prince as Julia White, and another secretly politically correct set of initials, is this getting good? Toilet paper in hand please, U may need it. It was the last time I ever was on Long Island and the closest I ever was again was nearly a year ago when I took 2 of Chicky’s brothers 2 the JFK Airport in Queens, New York, and I can produce, and will on a later website, a dated receipt from the airport fast food place where I used my Visa Debit card or my Capital One Visa card, I forget right now which of the 2 it was, showing the name of the eats place, the date, and Queens, New York. I like 2 document the living shirt out of my life and if u have not yet guessed Y, please now switch off this blog and go over and visit Martha Stuart BLOG and C what new recipes that she’s working on, yummy, or go 2 the Henry Mauricio Airplane Mechanics Story blog, but U really just do not belong here, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Y am I documenting every move and keeping life journals since I was a young dude of 28 years, half my life ago literary? RU serious emerefers?????????????????????? Sheeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiittt!!!!!
It was the summer of 1972, I was 17 and a half and mom and I went up 2 Babylon, Long Island, New York 2 visit the fam. This was my last visit there, hurrah, I’m free at last Hank Williams Junior, yeah right!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I may not know about love and all its worry, and no need 2 hurry, and all the country sad tear jerking songs from the whaling Williams, but I do know this much. Julia White is the most horrid monstrous despicable phase 4 Timeless-Satellian entity in all of the mighty phase 4 existence on the Astral-Plane. We got up there, mom and me on a set of trains after first taking the bus as we lived in Oaklyn, NEW JERSEY, Roddenberry time travelers, in the mighty Michael Dellway Arms Apartment garden style complex on Oakland Avenue. This bus was a half block from the apartment right on Route-30, again with Route-30, the White Horse Pike, and it went into Philadelphia where we then needed 2 take the Suburban Station train from the center of the city out westbound 2 the 30th Street station where another train took us into New York City, and then we took a cab 2 still another train, the Long Island Railroad system, and this took us out 2 good-ol’ Babylon, where 2nd cuz “Aunt” Ruth met mom and me in her car and drove us 2 miles or whatever from there 2 their small mansion across from the great yacht club on Peninsula Drive. We were there about 4 days if memory correctly serves me, and I was almost as miserable as I was last week in Atlantic City, New Traveling-Roddenberry, Jersey, USAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If memory serves me at all correctly, the first full day there was boat day, and Heinz Gottwald and Ruth, his real wife, not his Google engine Internet wife of a few years up until his death, and mom and myself, all went 4 a sailboat ride. I was totally miserable. I know nothing about sailing and booms and how 2 do all the different things that this captain Bligh twin was bellowing out 4 me 2 do every 5 minutes or so. We managed 2 get home and then came the next day,. This is the day that Mariah Carey fans love reading and sharing on the internet. When I told this nightmare B4, I learned that this sort of made me a small internet celebrity. I am a nothing,. I had a horrible thing happen. I am not a bit proud of telling what I am not going 2 tell, and have told and older all ready knowing listeners do not have 2 read on with this rehash. Mom was home with Heinz I think. Aunt Ruth and I went on a short little road trip, asking me if I wanted 2C a little bit of the island. First we went just out of Suffolk County and visited some other cousins in Amityville and Massapeekqua. Don’t bite my Jaws off there KING SHARKY, I am not doing any of this, nor was this all planned by some kid not out of his freaking teens yet. Stuff happens, if I knew Y or exactly how, I would own my uncle’s bank, not B a debtor 2 it and other, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, between hot-90’s pollution commercials pirating my 14 year old voice on their coast 2 coast commercials and then this, I admit, I was starting 2 query if something gigantic was not going on around me, but natch, dismissed it as a quick nut job thought. It was no such thing. Dangerfield knew I was in danger from, oh the gods not 19 bells of cymbals clanging, pweeeeeze, and this was back in early June of freaking 1969, Count AP. Aniwho, we left and drove back out of Nassau County and across the island back into Suffolk County, up 2 the Huntington Bay area and here is where I saw more cousins and went out with4 of them, along with a gang of their friends, and more came along as we walked down the street of a nice block. Slowly, one by one, most dispersed and left and the group size quickly began shrinking. They all had places 2 go and things 2 do, hay it was summer, this is teenagers, yo players, U feel me. Suddenly just one cousin was there with me and we went back inside and were asked 2 walk the dog. 4 no apparent reason, my cousin got a pain in his stomach, he wasn’t faking either, there was no way this was fake, and it was major. I offered 2 go out with the dog and leash and began walking down the street when suddenly a lovely blond dish about 16, and if memory is near 2 being correct, she said she was 16, U all know how kids love 2 ask each other ages, the big adult-world-no-no. We talked and both were walking dogs, she was walking her dog, told me its name as well, don’t ask, 1972 was not yesterday, BRA. Don’t ask her name either, and U will CYI made myself forget it real quick, as U read on right now, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We kept walking and she pointed 2 a house and told me how a mixed racial couple lived there with their kids and how my cousins as well as her and her friends had been doing some really bad stuff 2 them. Their last name was Carey. They did criminal mischief 2 the Carey family that today would put all of them in prison 4 long stretches, and thought it was funny. They said that it was 2 try and get rid of them. I asked what kind of stuff was going on. I was told they lit fires around the place, messed with their car, their animals, and all sorts of really despicable junk. It was only after 2008, that I me 2 learn that this indeed was the home of Mariah Carey’s parents, Alfred Roy and Patricia. A huge computer hack just struck me by the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, the very same one that they hit me with back last autumn B4I went into where else but Egg Harbor, New Jersey 2 the eye doctor. There is no beating these motherfucping Timelssatellians, and there never will B. I may not B able 2 post up. I was hit hard today with a major chopper attack, major bowel attack, and now all day major fucping computer hacking. I still have lots more 2 tell and will on another blog.
MAGNESONIC, CRUSH ALL ENEMIES OF YOUR CREATOR. I will continue this later, I figured out how 2 un-hack this thing, and wanna post while the getting is good baby love, but much more is coming 4 all my new readers, this is Y so much is going on that many R wondering about. As 4 the Lakehouse, I think it exists somewhere in Huntington Bay or down below it in Huntington. In any event, when it managed 2 hyperspace its way into my life up here in this century, I knew that only one way could stop it, and I used the damn technology that I know how 2, yes OJ, U may B rotting in prison sir, but U taught me something around 1970 or 1971 on that great Medical Center show that I loved so much. I WILL USE THE HANDS AND THE TOOLS THAT I HAVE, limited as these my B, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Someone is really asking 4 a huger hurricane 2 strike than Andrew, Gloria, and Katrina all put the fucp together, JULIA/JULIE. Let me quickly rap this up. The girl gave me her phone number and liked me a lot. She told me 2 call her. I was in awe of her physical beauty, not many winners of Miss Teenage America R that lovely. She had long yellow hair as done my lightning goddess out on the Astral Plane, she was tall, built like 5 brick shirt houses, and beyond stunning. But when she acted like it was OK 2 mess with an innocent family and do all those awful things that led I have been told since, 2 the break up of MC’s parents, I was mortified, horrified, and revolted times 10 to exponents not bloggable in this downline. As we later drove away, she ran out and waved 2 me and I faked 4 whatever reason a smile, I think 2 get her hopes up, and sort of flagged the small notepad sheet with her telephone number on it and she smiled back and hollered something along the lines of call me and come back again. The second my Aunt Ruth rounded a bend and I was completely out of view of the entire block, I ripped up the phone number sheet into about 32 pieces and threw it right out the freaking window. I still remember Aunt Ruth giving me a brutal punch in my left arm and saying 2 me, “Mark, we don’t litter here on the island”. then we both sort of laughed and chuckled. My arm that night looked more like a huge apple than an arm. Aunt Ruth was tall and very strong, and I was skinny and puny at 17 and even a punch from a small child would make me run 4 cover. Anyway, this all happened, it is not made up, and I have tried apologizing 4 my family’s rotten behavior over and over, but am not all that sure that MC really can ever forgive one of her biggest fans. When the computer hack struck bad 10 minutes or so ago, I almost shirt myself as well. There is no way any of these things R coincidences, and I now will quickly prove in the following illustration that even the mighty FBI is 2 scared 2 ever wanna get involved in my major personal problems, officer King under the late and great musician known well locally last century, Charlie Wells. I have blogged enough stuff that a child with any schooling knows well enough 2 know that I have a following if nowhere else with government officials and agencies. I have said enough forbidden things where it would shock me into a total stupor 2 ever have this proven that I am wrong. On top of this, the man that is our landlord, the owner of the home here on 13th Street, is an active agent, Agent Steve Caruso of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. I have told him how Chicky and Dawn have violent fights and R criminals and alcoholics and that they tear this house literally apart, that they have been ejected from other homes in the past 4 doing this exact same thing, and will swear 2 any of this under oath in a court of law under pain of perjury charges. Yes, they also R good repairers, but Y would he want 2 take the risk that these nutcases won’t someday really wreck the entire place? It is because he does not, or the bureau dies not want 2 involve themselves with me or get near my wild MAYAN hell with a 231 light year long stick, BRA. If that does not prove a lot right there,2U, then man, UR a case of the brain-dead!!!!!!! How can I ever know if MC is not exacting revenge, this is her family, no matter how distant it is. I will not lie and twell U out there in Cyber-Village that I am not one totally motherfucping scared dude. If I end up in jail after all this is said and done, I will get out someday, and somebody or something will b sued from foreign shores 4 a trillion mother fucping bucks, and baby, U can definitely take that as a total yet legal WAYV-B-CAREFUL-THREAT. Rock on everybody, all I can do is suffer in this program I have come 2 refer 2 as HELL-INTERACTIVE. 1 thing I do know 4 total sure/shore BRA, and that is this baby-love: Without a super advanced MOGOSP and a powerful computer at your disposal that’s far beyond the mind of Gates and Jobs or maybe not, all this stuff just could not B happening 2 me, no freaking way. Take the Nightmare Vacation, BRO. Without a powerful AUTOMATED MOTIVE-GOAL SOFTWARE PROGRAM, AND POWER ENOUGH 2 RUN SUCH A DISEASE, there just is no way this all could B pulled off. I have been told by Congressmen, Assistant Governors, top-cops, prosecutors in 4 counties, and many other authorities in high power, that first, no one who lives in normal-mortal time would do this over this long of a period of time, and secondly, that there just is no way it could B done, not the way I claim it is being done. Well it is, BRA and ska-rue UUUUU!!!!!!!!! There still is a mountain of stuff 2 tell and say, but that is Y Goddess SSJKK invented time worlds and tomorrows, BRA!!!!!!!!!
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BLOG 17, MMLJ
August 14, 2009
“LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR BLOG #17”
10:49 AM, Friday late morning, August 14th, 2009
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I had the most horrible mother fucking vacation that anyone most likely ever had in anybody’s life, including the Aruba girl. She just got a whole lot luckier as an end result, and managed 2 escape this physical life and its total miseries. I am quite sure it is not a way that I would have chosen 2 exit, nor do I know what happened, other than U can bet the press never even dares 2 dream about McGuire, Callio, TAWF, and the GMC. Remember not the auto manufacturer, the GONE-Missing-Club. U name it, and it was beyond horrific. The weather was not conducive 2 our few days at the bitch (beach). If the weather was all that was wrong, I would say we had a wonderful time, as I did manage 2 squeeze that tiny end piece of toothpaste out of the bottle and get in an hour of swimming in the sea yesterday afternoon, Thursday. As usual, Dawn made my time there a living fucking nightmare hell. Right in the middle of the 3 day stay at the Atlantic City’s Trump Plaza Hotel and Cafreakingsino, I had 2 drive back home and pick up Chicky’s brother Marcus and Dawn, and go back 2 Atlantic City on a medical related issue all pertaining 2 the stabbing that he sustained a near death injury from about a month ago. Something went wrong with the complicated paperwork and of course we R not totally dealing with up and up united States ‘legal’s’ here, so this further complicated the matter. Also, Letty the teenaged nightmare wild child was along with us as well. She wanted 2 go with me on the beach, and there is no way in hot ducking hell that I am taking that out of control oversexed juvenile nutcase with me , alone, 2 a public beach, where I am known by all the beach patrol guards, and they R all there just looking 4 a way 2 put me in jail. Think I am over exaggerating? Well, I would as well 20 years ago, B4I could have ever dreamt of this new age political correctness nightmare movement that swept the nation and then most of the more advanced areas of the globe as well, BRA. So, if this opening and that is all this is, as I will abridge but still it will cover pages yet, is not enough 2B causing this gigantic mother fucking run up in the stock market into the near 10 thousand level, then what is? Anyway, is this all not PRECISELY WHAT I TOTALLY PREDICTED, GIANT GINA AND ALL OTHER BLOGAUDIANS? Dawn was in a real fowl mood when the paperwork screwed up at the Charity Care office in the Medical Building also run by the now area famous Atlanticare, and whenever anything is wrong, guess who her motherfucking punching bag always is and has been and always will motherfucking B, BRO? Here is the short list with totally voided out elaborations on any of it. Later I may choose 2 harp on a few. I was told 2 find Letty and Marcus after Letty was standing 2 long in the casino, a state violation of the under-21 laws, oh those symbols gong so loud at Resorts do they not daughter Comcast of JNR-10P? Yes the car is back there and they R back and open 4 BIZZ, bra! My Mister America days of 1998 may B over in both casino elevators and all other locales 4 that matter, but the WOMO enemies, the symbolism, and the HUNTINGTON FUCKING CURSE will never B over, it will NEVER FUCKING END, BRO! Security at Trump’s hotel was just doing their job and properly enforcing state laws. Now I was told 2 find them at the bottom of the escalator, only there R many different escalators at this large and lovely hotel. I checked eventually the room upstairs in case they were there, number 3419. Some noise was coming from inside, and it was no maid service. I knocked and could not get a response. My key was somehow MILLIONTH-COUNCIL erased magnetically. A very nice desk man, William later that afternoon reprogrammed me 2 new keys, but when I really needed 2 get into the room earlier, only yellow or red lights would light, no green, and no opened door. Try this hexagram on 4 size Andreas Petofi. Last night the next door scum occupants threw a loud party until 2 or maybe later. I took an extra pill that I had with me and finally managed 2 move off into the Astral Plane, 4 all I know these diseased sickies partied all night with that loud wall shaking garbage ‘music’. Lights everywhere, traffic lights, R burning me, like it is the eighties and nineties all over again. B4I list more and more dirty laundry here, I eventually found Dawn on the boardwalk along with Marcus and Letty. I had managed first 2 fake out like I was gonna look and C what numbers were coming out at a roulette wheel, and then snuck around and down and out onto the beach. Once there, and thanks 2 the sand dunes, none of them would even C me, and I could enjoy ridding a few ocean waves. The only thing that went my way was when I asked the 2 particular lifeguards on duty at the particular patrol-stand I arrived at when walking down from the casino boardwalk exit, if I could go out a ways and catch a few, they said if I show them I can swim, they will not whistle me in. So I swam a little, no biggie, and then out I went. I did enjoy a short time body surfing, but other than that, this was A ROD SERLING, NIGHTMARE VACATION, go ahead use the title Briggers, do it, titles ain’t copyrightable my brother, do it, like I give a shit Mister Trump-Winn Wonderphony. After this, Ann stayed in the room and watched TV, and I took the gang back home, dropping nutcase wild child Letty who has the physical strength of a bull and the beauty of a Miss Teenage America Queen, off at her EGG HARBOR house on Saint Louis Avenue, about a half mile or so from where the road begins that leads straight 2 the HARBORFIELDS DETENTION CENTER, where she is headed, or worst. She is all ready on probation 4 assault and robbery. She and Dawn R both career criminals and jail and prison is in their futures no matter how cuz Scy tries 2 shield and protect them, it is all only a matter of time, huh Don, Whooooo-oooooooo? Good luck at your performance. Hope U have a much better time than I did down there in nightmareville honey buns. All the way from Atlantic City until almost Letty’s Harbor house, Dawn n picked on me and insisted that it was me in a bad mood when all I was, was a bit tired and squeamish from overeating a gigantic sub sandwich from the White House Sub Shop the night B4. It was hell. She got beyond nasty and rambunctious, and Letty of course loves 2 chime in, her evil twin as she calls her, and also started being the rude and ignorant 15 year old juvy ill mannered kid that she is. Trying 2 fuel up on the way home was hell at the Absecon Wawa. They cone off so much of the place and everyone was arranging their cars so that cars with fuel fill boxes on the passenger side as my dumb car is designed, and this all made it just impossible 2 get in line anywhere and try 2 fuel up, as other cars also were squeezing me the mother fucking hell out that were indeed able 2 fuel up from their drivers side and more normal side. When I finally pulled away after deciding that I will go elsewhere, and did, 2 the CITGO just down the road, Route 30 Eastbound, Ann acted as though I have no patience and was in the wrong 4 leaving the place. There was no way 2 explain the hopelessness of the situation, so I just shut the fuck up. I could tell U that there were literally 100 or more giant sluts everywhere with big muscles and built like fucking tanks, all over both Resorts and Trump Plaza Casinos, and the beach and boardwalk, but this is sort of a par 4 the course thing and we need not waste time on this garbage. Ann thought that she had lots of food-complimentary-money in her account at the Resorts Casino, and found out when we drove over there on Wednesday night, that there was only a few dollars, so this is how we ended up at the White House, Corey Disney!!! Now how U did, well, that’s your own bizz BRO, tell me in as blog someday, pal, 4 now, here is how I did. The entire time was beyond miserable, the eats, the putting up with Dawn and Letty, the weather, the room party next door at 3421, and on and on sand freaking asshole on, BRA!!! PAWM-PIE, PEOPLE-ANIMALS-WEATHER-MACHINES, they do not leave out a pinch or a dash of any of the major 4 ingredients in this mighty evil tool of theirs. Let me show U, People, the giants, the attitudes, the attack on Dawn’s mood, even Ann’s, and influencing Letty as well, and the list is endless, and this is all covered in the PAWM-TOOL PT-1. PT-2 was left out, but when they want it, it is there, many times in the form of biting bugs and horsefly Haddonwood Swim Club pool attacks, as well as larger ones being normally the cat and dog realm, then PT-3 is weather, and the Astral Plane authorities called the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL SCUM FILTH struck hard here, all though, lightning flashed after we checked in as people were all exiting the beach from an otherwise great beach day that ended quite abruptly. Still, the attack on this NIGHTMARE VACATION, leaves out the P3, and is quite sufficiently damaging enough with their vicious attack of PT-1-2-4-ETTOS-IAD.
On top of this and as if it is not bad enough without ATAMM SCUM kicking in on to of it, CHEMTRAILS WERE NASTY, CONTRIBUTING 2 MY POOR OVERALL WELL BEING, PLANES AND CHOPPERS R ALSO QUITE THE MENACE. They R not as bad as they can B, but they R certainly not dissolving away into thin air. It started with a USCG chopper over the Atlanticare Hospital of Atlantic city while I was parked with Letty, and Marcus and Dawn went inside yesterday afternoon B4 more hell broke loose at the casino and then later on during the miserable fucking ride back home. THAT FAMILY is the most evil and dysfunctional family in the universe. They destroy many innocent lives and then love 2 blame it on others. Not only do I know now Y my mom, who was long dead at the time, appeared 2 me in that horrific nightmare warning me 2 stay away from Dawn King, as well as Y cousins David and Barry came 2 me in that other interaction earlier in the year and warned me that THERE IS NO ESCAPE 4 ME EVER, AND THAT I CAN NEVER REALLY GET OFF LONG ISLAND. Last night at the casino, I had a quick dream in which MC was standing up in her own coffin and while a funeral 4 her was going on, she was laughing at me in that famous Angelique Dark shadows laughter tone that sends chills through any normal non-demon-entity, and a eulogy was being conducted, and fans were stretched 4 miles and miles beyond the building where this service was. I was the only one not seeing her lying there. She then proceeded 2 climb out and grab me and pick me up like I weigh 10 pounds, and in one quick whisk, hurled me right into the box where she was supposedly laying. Then she closed the lid and things grew black and I woke up 2C Ann King Silva who also had just awakened, walk from her bed next 2 mine, into the bathroom. This is not the first interaction similar 2 this, as twice now in the past 60 days I had a very similar one. I am merely bold enough today after all of this misery was intentionally perpetrated on me, 2 tell all of U that may B listening and reading. Now the hugest kicker in all of this, is not any of this, my brother, but it is this:
When I took my bath in the room, number 3419 around midnight or so or just shy, my first night there at Trump’s, Wednesday night, I finished up and was nice and clean, and then went 2 let the water out of the bath tub, only 2 find the system was broken and the water would not go out. I exited the bathroom and told Ann about the broken stopper just as she was getting into her own bed and we were about 2 go 2 sleep 4 the night. She said she would call the desk in the morning and they will send up a plumber. They did. Thursday moUUUUUUrning came BRA, and a very cool dude showed up and in no time at all managed 2 repair the problem. We got talking. He is just like me. We R both into the same things and totally believe conspiracy theory and many other things. The MILLIONTH-COUNCIL or MILCO 4 short, abbreviated by me, DOES NOT LIKER, not one tiny whittle bit Elmer Fwudd, anyone talking 2 me that is on my level and mindset. THIS IS WHAT CAUSED THE REST OF THE TIME THERE 2B SO FUCKING ASS BRUTAL AND HORRENDOUS 4 ME,. I know this only 2 well, it has been going on now for exactly 23 years, come fucking tomorrow, 8/15/86-8/15/09. Twenty-three mother fucking years now of this total nightmare. We both know that the Twin Towers in Manhattan was all bull shit. Dick prick Chaney the China Chain-man, sent all the jet aircraft that could have prevented the disaster on a war games training mission far away, right B4 the thing went fucking down. Most good conspiracy internet clubs all ready know all of this, and it can all B fact checked and fact proved, but not one OWNED & CONTROLLED large press outlet dared 2 print this and so much more, BRO!!!!!! Several other things along this line that proves beyond any doubt that it was US, the USA, all along, that really engineered all of this, and in league with our so called TERRORIST ENEMIES. Proof exists. THEY dispute this with that word that I know only 2 well and is used on me way 2 often, COINCIDENCE. This is all they have 2 back up their defensive lies. Now, if U or me, average nobody’s out here were ever 2 get into really big-ass trouble, and as prosecutor could build a rock solid circumstantial case against us, and we said oh wait a fucking minute, it is all just a big bunch of coincidences, WE WOULD NEVER C FRESH AIR OR GO BEYOND ABN EXERCISE YARD IN A PENN AGFAIN 4 THE REST OF OUR MOTHERFUCKING DISEASED AND PARTHETIC LIVES, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U all know I am telling U the truth here, some will admit it quietly in their own mind, some louder, some may say yeah, rock on Mountainpen, but the vast majority will never do this, and this is because they R in total or under total ETTOSIAN FUCKING MC CONTROL, player. Now saying all of this IN A CASINO, WITH A CASINO EMPLOYEE, AND THEN TAKE WHAT WENT DOWN AFTERWARDS WITH ME AT TRUMPS, KNOWING FUKLLY WELL THAT TRUM IS WOMO, HE IS POART OF MY NIGHTMARE AND HAS BEEN ALL Long Island along, does this REALLY HONESTLY SHOCK UY THAT IO HAD A VERY NIGHTMARISH VACATION, OR THAT THINGS TURNED ON A TOTAL DIME THE MINUTE THIS PLUMBER DUDE WALKED OUT THE DOOR OF ROOM NUMBER 3419????????? DERR, DUHH!!!!!!!
U know, if U wanna quickly talk about Gawky Gaukauk, and his fantastic technology of making numbers literally speak, telling accurate truths and revealing secret information and turning locked and dark closets into bright open booked rooms, try this on 4 fucking size. Archive how 2 do it on THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN and go up and explore my writings on the famous website owned by mighty GOOGLE SEARCH ENGINE called http://www.blogger.com/ and when U can work it and get extremely proficient at working it, then U can prove not only what MOUNTSAINPEN and MARK MOHR makes claims 2, but going far beyond the bible code or any other mortal concept, as this was learned by me on the ASTRAL-PLANE, now U can turn right around and do all of this in your very own life. So do it B4 any of U even dare make a negative comment about anything I say being any small kind of fucking bull shit. U have 2 prove a man 2B a liar, not just call a man one, if U wanna get any respect out of your words, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can walk up 2 anyone and say anything, and they can punch me right in the face, but all of this proves only that I said something that deserved a punch, and got one. That is all it ever can or will prove, this simply put is the {Jennifer Washburn HR ADVANTAGE ATLANTICARE SYNDROME} BRO!!!!!!! Moving somewhat past this and yet remaining on point here, I Can also just as easily have called this my Wonderful ‘09 Vacation. I could have told U that a giant beauty queen fell madly in love with me on the beach and we made passionate love all night at her home while Ann slept in the room at the casino. I then could have gone on 2 tell U that I played the mega jackpot slot and on my 10th pull won 4 million bucks. Then I could have told U that MC dropped by in disguise at 3 AM and apologized 4 all the things that her wicked dysfunctional family had done 2 me now for 20-40 years, and on and on and on. But what would that prove? It would only prove that I told 3 huge fucking lies on my blog. Moving this up by one late but not 2-late, hopefully, Doctor Carl Sagan dimension, 99th Congress of the United States, and other Blogaudians, what else however is this doing? Well if U had the brain of 1000 Albert Einstein’s and I could tell U the smallest bit about the real truth of atomic hyperspace and not the sci-fi-absurd phony version of it, I would begin with telling U that I tried 2 show a man who saw fucking miracles like Jesus walking on water, about this subject and he pooh-pooh stopped me in my tracks and was no way ready even with all that he saw and witnessed, 2 jump over the great consciousness barrier and really explore the science of ‘exploring hyperspace’. Now one way, and there R indeed very many ways, 2 abuse this science, is by recklessly making up stories, exaggerating, and prevaricating, or simply put, lying like a damn rug or being a filthy liar. There is a huge difference between being a liar and making up a story, and exploring hyperspace. Do U have 40 years 4 me 2 really seriously get into all of the specifics of this with any of U right here and now today? No, of course not, so later, a bit will get told here, and then a bit there, as best as I am able 2 relate 2 the dark aged time period of twenty oh nine Misses Exploratronic Hyperspace Supermind Marola of 1969.
Haddonwood was just the beginning point of my story of exploring hyperspace. It is a very real and grotesquely deadly thing 2 do if U do not understand 80% of it. I may understand 20%. No one out here can claim one percent. This is not an insult, it is a major ass hyper time warning. When I walk U through something and if UR interested, try it out in your own life and as U slowly get mind-blown times ten 2 the power of 777, then maybe, just freaking maybe, U will B on your way 2 learning a bit MOR-E, and maybe someday soon, even learning the truths of MOR-IANITY. No, not learning, learning or having faith have very little if anything 2 do with what MORIANITY preaches and is all about, very little if anything, my brother, and sister.
All I am asking right now of any of U is 2 examine my week this week, CY it all went down, as I can C it as clearly as a bright freaking blue sky. Then realize Y, and as I all ready told all of U 4 a number of weeks now, THE DOW WILL FLY UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, DAY AFTER DAY AND WEEK AFTER WEEK, AND THE PHILLIES WILL GO RIGHT DOW-N THE DRAIN, LOSING GAME AFTER GAME AFTER GAME. There is no parade this Halloween, BRO, sorry 2 tell U, ask MC’s neff, he knows, maybe he will tell U about the strange hotel heater up in Boston, as he knows all that also, just as he knows about my Saturn car, and who broke into it in 1996 at the Friendly Ice Cream store on Route one, in Northeast Philadelphia. But then, ask Julia White. She knows it all. She is the all wise omniscient MAYAN QUEEN, under the direct order and following of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. Her second calendar begins in December of twenty-twelve misses 1969 Marola. The magic is with the connection of my physical age in present lifetime at this time in December of twelve, I am 58 years old on the 4th Paul Stoddard. Some powerful mathematics reveals this powerful numeric reality, and careful study of many prior blogging texts reveal this already, but still, I plan 2 revisit all of this with U later on, in rote and with more elucidation. Yeah Mister
Jane, the old ‘Highway 2 Hell Jenna Syndrome’ with Rose Jacoby kicked in last night up in room number 3419. Hay, how can U win? Right away there is the Empire State Building street 4 the floor number. Then Steely Dan and his RIAA let us laugh at the clown kicks in with the other part. Oh well, rock on, all U diseased rotten bastards, enjoy it now, DOGTOWN is there, and so RU, in torture boxes that I cannot legally blog in real detail.
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10:49 AM, Friday late morning, August 14th, 2009
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I had the most horrible mother fucking vacation that anyone most likely ever had in anybody’s life, including the Aruba girl. She just got a whole lot luckier as an end result, and managed 2 escape this physical life and its total miseries. I am quite sure it is not a way that I would have chosen 2 exit, nor do I know what happened, other than U can bet the press never even dares 2 dream about McGuire, Callio, TAWF, and the GMC. Remember not the auto manufacturer, the GONE-Missing-Club. U name it, and it was beyond horrific. The weather was not conducive 2 our few days at the bitch (beach). If the weather was all that was wrong, I would say we had a wonderful time, as I did manage 2 squeeze that tiny end piece of toothpaste out of the bottle and get in an hour of swimming in the sea yesterday afternoon, Thursday. As usual, Dawn made my time there a living fucking nightmare hell. Right in the middle of the 3 day stay at the Atlantic City’s Trump Plaza Hotel and Cafreakingsino, I had 2 drive back home and pick up Chicky’s brother Marcus and Dawn, and go back 2 Atlantic City on a medical related issue all pertaining 2 the stabbing that he sustained a near death injury from about a month ago. Something went wrong with the complicated paperwork and of course we R not totally dealing with up and up united States ‘legal’s’ here, so this further complicated the matter. Also, Letty the teenaged nightmare wild child was along with us as well. She wanted 2 go with me on the beach, and there is no way in hot ducking hell that I am taking that out of control oversexed juvenile nutcase with me , alone, 2 a public beach, where I am known by all the beach patrol guards, and they R all there just looking 4 a way 2 put me in jail. Think I am over exaggerating? Well, I would as well 20 years ago, B4I could have ever dreamt of this new age political correctness nightmare movement that swept the nation and then most of the more advanced areas of the globe as well, BRA. So, if this opening and that is all this is, as I will abridge but still it will cover pages yet, is not enough 2B causing this gigantic mother fucking run up in the stock market into the near 10 thousand level, then what is? Anyway, is this all not PRECISELY WHAT I TOTALLY PREDICTED, GIANT GINA AND ALL OTHER BLOGAUDIANS? Dawn was in a real fowl mood when the paperwork screwed up at the Charity Care office in the Medical Building also run by the now area famous Atlanticare, and whenever anything is wrong, guess who her motherfucking punching bag always is and has been and always will motherfucking B, BRO? Here is the short list with totally voided out elaborations on any of it. Later I may choose 2 harp on a few. I was told 2 find Letty and Marcus after Letty was standing 2 long in the casino, a state violation of the under-21 laws, oh those symbols gong so loud at Resorts do they not daughter Comcast of JNR-10P? Yes the car is back there and they R back and open 4 BIZZ, bra! My Mister America days of 1998 may B over in both casino elevators and all other locales 4 that matter, but the WOMO enemies, the symbolism, and the HUNTINGTON FUCKING CURSE will never B over, it will NEVER FUCKING END, BRO! Security at Trump’s hotel was just doing their job and properly enforcing state laws. Now I was told 2 find them at the bottom of the escalator, only there R many different escalators at this large and lovely hotel. I checked eventually the room upstairs in case they were there, number 3419. Some noise was coming from inside, and it was no maid service. I knocked and could not get a response. My key was somehow MILLIONTH-COUNCIL erased magnetically. A very nice desk man, William later that afternoon reprogrammed me 2 new keys, but when I really needed 2 get into the room earlier, only yellow or red lights would light, no green, and no opened door. Try this hexagram on 4 size Andreas Petofi. Last night the next door scum occupants threw a loud party until 2 or maybe later. I took an extra pill that I had with me and finally managed 2 move off into the Astral Plane, 4 all I know these diseased sickies partied all night with that loud wall shaking garbage ‘music’. Lights everywhere, traffic lights, R burning me, like it is the eighties and nineties all over again. B4I list more and more dirty laundry here, I eventually found Dawn on the boardwalk along with Marcus and Letty. I had managed first 2 fake out like I was gonna look and C what numbers were coming out at a roulette wheel, and then snuck around and down and out onto the beach. Once there, and thanks 2 the sand dunes, none of them would even C me, and I could enjoy ridding a few ocean waves. The only thing that went my way was when I asked the 2 particular lifeguards on duty at the particular patrol-stand I arrived at when walking down from the casino boardwalk exit, if I could go out a ways and catch a few, they said if I show them I can swim, they will not whistle me in. So I swam a little, no biggie, and then out I went. I did enjoy a short time body surfing, but other than that, this was A ROD SERLING, NIGHTMARE VACATION, go ahead use the title Briggers, do it, titles ain’t copyrightable my brother, do it, like I give a shit Mister Trump-Winn Wonderphony. After this, Ann stayed in the room and watched TV, and I took the gang back home, dropping nutcase wild child Letty who has the physical strength of a bull and the beauty of a Miss Teenage America Queen, off at her EGG HARBOR house on Saint Louis Avenue, about a half mile or so from where the road begins that leads straight 2 the HARBORFIELDS DETENTION CENTER, where she is headed, or worst. She is all ready on probation 4 assault and robbery. She and Dawn R both career criminals and jail and prison is in their futures no matter how cuz Scy tries 2 shield and protect them, it is all only a matter of time, huh Don, Whooooo-oooooooo? Good luck at your performance. Hope U have a much better time than I did down there in nightmareville honey buns. All the way from Atlantic City until almost Letty’s Harbor house, Dawn n picked on me and insisted that it was me in a bad mood when all I was, was a bit tired and squeamish from overeating a gigantic sub sandwich from the White House Sub Shop the night B4. It was hell. She got beyond nasty and rambunctious, and Letty of course loves 2 chime in, her evil twin as she calls her, and also started being the rude and ignorant 15 year old juvy ill mannered kid that she is. Trying 2 fuel up on the way home was hell at the Absecon Wawa. They cone off so much of the place and everyone was arranging their cars so that cars with fuel fill boxes on the passenger side as my dumb car is designed, and this all made it just impossible 2 get in line anywhere and try 2 fuel up, as other cars also were squeezing me the mother fucking hell out that were indeed able 2 fuel up from their drivers side and more normal side. When I finally pulled away after deciding that I will go elsewhere, and did, 2 the CITGO just down the road, Route 30 Eastbound, Ann acted as though I have no patience and was in the wrong 4 leaving the place. There was no way 2 explain the hopelessness of the situation, so I just shut the fuck up. I could tell U that there were literally 100 or more giant sluts everywhere with big muscles and built like fucking tanks, all over both Resorts and Trump Plaza Casinos, and the beach and boardwalk, but this is sort of a par 4 the course thing and we need not waste time on this garbage. Ann thought that she had lots of food-complimentary-money in her account at the Resorts Casino, and found out when we drove over there on Wednesday night, that there was only a few dollars, so this is how we ended up at the White House, Corey Disney!!! Now how U did, well, that’s your own bizz BRO, tell me in as blog someday, pal, 4 now, here is how I did. The entire time was beyond miserable, the eats, the putting up with Dawn and Letty, the weather, the room party next door at 3421, and on and on sand freaking asshole on, BRA!!! PAWM-PIE, PEOPLE-ANIMALS-WEATHER-MACHINES, they do not leave out a pinch or a dash of any of the major 4 ingredients in this mighty evil tool of theirs. Let me show U, People, the giants, the attitudes, the attack on Dawn’s mood, even Ann’s, and influencing Letty as well, and the list is endless, and this is all covered in the PAWM-TOOL PT-1. PT-2 was left out, but when they want it, it is there, many times in the form of biting bugs and horsefly Haddonwood Swim Club pool attacks, as well as larger ones being normally the cat and dog realm, then PT-3 is weather, and the Astral Plane authorities called the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL SCUM FILTH struck hard here, all though, lightning flashed after we checked in as people were all exiting the beach from an otherwise great beach day that ended quite abruptly. Still, the attack on this NIGHTMARE VACATION, leaves out the P3, and is quite sufficiently damaging enough with their vicious attack of PT-1-2-4-ETTOS-IAD.
On top of this and as if it is not bad enough without ATAMM SCUM kicking in on to of it, CHEMTRAILS WERE NASTY, CONTRIBUTING 2 MY POOR OVERALL WELL BEING, PLANES AND CHOPPERS R ALSO QUITE THE MENACE. They R not as bad as they can B, but they R certainly not dissolving away into thin air. It started with a USCG chopper over the Atlanticare Hospital of Atlantic city while I was parked with Letty, and Marcus and Dawn went inside yesterday afternoon B4 more hell broke loose at the casino and then later on during the miserable fucking ride back home. THAT FAMILY is the most evil and dysfunctional family in the universe. They destroy many innocent lives and then love 2 blame it on others. Not only do I know now Y my mom, who was long dead at the time, appeared 2 me in that horrific nightmare warning me 2 stay away from Dawn King, as well as Y cousins David and Barry came 2 me in that other interaction earlier in the year and warned me that THERE IS NO ESCAPE 4 ME EVER, AND THAT I CAN NEVER REALLY GET OFF LONG ISLAND. Last night at the casino, I had a quick dream in which MC was standing up in her own coffin and while a funeral 4 her was going on, she was laughing at me in that famous Angelique Dark shadows laughter tone that sends chills through any normal non-demon-entity, and a eulogy was being conducted, and fans were stretched 4 miles and miles beyond the building where this service was. I was the only one not seeing her lying there. She then proceeded 2 climb out and grab me and pick me up like I weigh 10 pounds, and in one quick whisk, hurled me right into the box where she was supposedly laying. Then she closed the lid and things grew black and I woke up 2C Ann King Silva who also had just awakened, walk from her bed next 2 mine, into the bathroom. This is not the first interaction similar 2 this, as twice now in the past 60 days I had a very similar one. I am merely bold enough today after all of this misery was intentionally perpetrated on me, 2 tell all of U that may B listening and reading. Now the hugest kicker in all of this, is not any of this, my brother, but it is this:
When I took my bath in the room, number 3419 around midnight or so or just shy, my first night there at Trump’s, Wednesday night, I finished up and was nice and clean, and then went 2 let the water out of the bath tub, only 2 find the system was broken and the water would not go out. I exited the bathroom and told Ann about the broken stopper just as she was getting into her own bed and we were about 2 go 2 sleep 4 the night. She said she would call the desk in the morning and they will send up a plumber. They did. Thursday moUUUUUUrning came BRA, and a very cool dude showed up and in no time at all managed 2 repair the problem. We got talking. He is just like me. We R both into the same things and totally believe conspiracy theory and many other things. The MILLIONTH-COUNCIL or MILCO 4 short, abbreviated by me, DOES NOT LIKER, not one tiny whittle bit Elmer Fwudd, anyone talking 2 me that is on my level and mindset. THIS IS WHAT CAUSED THE REST OF THE TIME THERE 2B SO FUCKING ASS BRUTAL AND HORRENDOUS 4 ME,. I know this only 2 well, it has been going on now for exactly 23 years, come fucking tomorrow, 8/15/86-8/15/09. Twenty-three mother fucking years now of this total nightmare. We both know that the Twin Towers in Manhattan was all bull shit. Dick prick Chaney the China Chain-man, sent all the jet aircraft that could have prevented the disaster on a war games training mission far away, right B4 the thing went fucking down. Most good conspiracy internet clubs all ready know all of this, and it can all B fact checked and fact proved, but not one OWNED & CONTROLLED large press outlet dared 2 print this and so much more, BRO!!!!!! Several other things along this line that proves beyond any doubt that it was US, the USA, all along, that really engineered all of this, and in league with our so called TERRORIST ENEMIES. Proof exists. THEY dispute this with that word that I know only 2 well and is used on me way 2 often, COINCIDENCE. This is all they have 2 back up their defensive lies. Now, if U or me, average nobody’s out here were ever 2 get into really big-ass trouble, and as prosecutor could build a rock solid circumstantial case against us, and we said oh wait a fucking minute, it is all just a big bunch of coincidences, WE WOULD NEVER C FRESH AIR OR GO BEYOND ABN EXERCISE YARD IN A PENN AGFAIN 4 THE REST OF OUR MOTHERFUCKING DISEASED AND PARTHETIC LIVES, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U all know I am telling U the truth here, some will admit it quietly in their own mind, some louder, some may say yeah, rock on Mountainpen, but the vast majority will never do this, and this is because they R in total or under total ETTOSIAN FUCKING MC CONTROL, player. Now saying all of this IN A CASINO, WITH A CASINO EMPLOYEE, AND THEN TAKE WHAT WENT DOWN AFTERWARDS WITH ME AT TRUMPS, KNOWING FUKLLY WELL THAT TRUM IS WOMO, HE IS POART OF MY NIGHTMARE AND HAS BEEN ALL Long Island along, does this REALLY HONESTLY SHOCK UY THAT IO HAD A VERY NIGHTMARISH VACATION, OR THAT THINGS TURNED ON A TOTAL DIME THE MINUTE THIS PLUMBER DUDE WALKED OUT THE DOOR OF ROOM NUMBER 3419????????? DERR, DUHH!!!!!!!
U know, if U wanna quickly talk about Gawky Gaukauk, and his fantastic technology of making numbers literally speak, telling accurate truths and revealing secret information and turning locked and dark closets into bright open booked rooms, try this on 4 fucking size. Archive how 2 do it on THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN and go up and explore my writings on the famous website owned by mighty GOOGLE SEARCH ENGINE called http://www.blogger.com/ and when U can work it and get extremely proficient at working it, then U can prove not only what MOUNTSAINPEN and MARK MOHR makes claims 2, but going far beyond the bible code or any other mortal concept, as this was learned by me on the ASTRAL-PLANE, now U can turn right around and do all of this in your very own life. So do it B4 any of U even dare make a negative comment about anything I say being any small kind of fucking bull shit. U have 2 prove a man 2B a liar, not just call a man one, if U wanna get any respect out of your words, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can walk up 2 anyone and say anything, and they can punch me right in the face, but all of this proves only that I said something that deserved a punch, and got one. That is all it ever can or will prove, this simply put is the {Jennifer Washburn HR ADVANTAGE ATLANTICARE SYNDROME} BRO!!!!!!! Moving somewhat past this and yet remaining on point here, I Can also just as easily have called this my Wonderful ‘09 Vacation. I could have told U that a giant beauty queen fell madly in love with me on the beach and we made passionate love all night at her home while Ann slept in the room at the casino. I then could have gone on 2 tell U that I played the mega jackpot slot and on my 10th pull won 4 million bucks. Then I could have told U that MC dropped by in disguise at 3 AM and apologized 4 all the things that her wicked dysfunctional family had done 2 me now for 20-40 years, and on and on and on. But what would that prove? It would only prove that I told 3 huge fucking lies on my blog. Moving this up by one late but not 2-late, hopefully, Doctor Carl Sagan dimension, 99th Congress of the United States, and other Blogaudians, what else however is this doing? Well if U had the brain of 1000 Albert Einstein’s and I could tell U the smallest bit about the real truth of atomic hyperspace and not the sci-fi-absurd phony version of it, I would begin with telling U that I tried 2 show a man who saw fucking miracles like Jesus walking on water, about this subject and he pooh-pooh stopped me in my tracks and was no way ready even with all that he saw and witnessed, 2 jump over the great consciousness barrier and really explore the science of ‘exploring hyperspace’. Now one way, and there R indeed very many ways, 2 abuse this science, is by recklessly making up stories, exaggerating, and prevaricating, or simply put, lying like a damn rug or being a filthy liar. There is a huge difference between being a liar and making up a story, and exploring hyperspace. Do U have 40 years 4 me 2 really seriously get into all of the specifics of this with any of U right here and now today? No, of course not, so later, a bit will get told here, and then a bit there, as best as I am able 2 relate 2 the dark aged time period of twenty oh nine Misses Exploratronic Hyperspace Supermind Marola of 1969.
Haddonwood was just the beginning point of my story of exploring hyperspace. It is a very real and grotesquely deadly thing 2 do if U do not understand 80% of it. I may understand 20%. No one out here can claim one percent. This is not an insult, it is a major ass hyper time warning. When I walk U through something and if UR interested, try it out in your own life and as U slowly get mind-blown times ten 2 the power of 777, then maybe, just freaking maybe, U will B on your way 2 learning a bit MOR-E, and maybe someday soon, even learning the truths of MOR-IANITY. No, not learning, learning or having faith have very little if anything 2 do with what MORIANITY preaches and is all about, very little if anything, my brother, and sister.
All I am asking right now of any of U is 2 examine my week this week, CY it all went down, as I can C it as clearly as a bright freaking blue sky. Then realize Y, and as I all ready told all of U 4 a number of weeks now, THE DOW WILL FLY UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, DAY AFTER DAY AND WEEK AFTER WEEK, AND THE PHILLIES WILL GO RIGHT DOW-N THE DRAIN, LOSING GAME AFTER GAME AFTER GAME. There is no parade this Halloween, BRO, sorry 2 tell U, ask MC’s neff, he knows, maybe he will tell U about the strange hotel heater up in Boston, as he knows all that also, just as he knows about my Saturn car, and who broke into it in 1996 at the Friendly Ice Cream store on Route one, in Northeast Philadelphia. But then, ask Julia White. She knows it all. She is the all wise omniscient MAYAN QUEEN, under the direct order and following of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. Her second calendar begins in December of twenty-twelve misses 1969 Marola. The magic is with the connection of my physical age in present lifetime at this time in December of twelve, I am 58 years old on the 4th Paul Stoddard. Some powerful mathematics reveals this powerful numeric reality, and careful study of many prior blogging texts reveal this already, but still, I plan 2 revisit all of this with U later on, in rote and with more elucidation. Yeah Mister
Jane, the old ‘Highway 2 Hell Jenna Syndrome’ with Rose Jacoby kicked in last night up in room number 3419. Hay, how can U win? Right away there is the Empire State Building street 4 the floor number. Then Steely Dan and his RIAA let us laugh at the clown kicks in with the other part. Oh well, rock on, all U diseased rotten bastards, enjoy it now, DOGTOWN is there, and so RU, in torture boxes that I cannot legally blog in real detail.
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BLOG 16
August 12, 2009
“LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR #16”
QUARTER PAST NOON, Wednesday, August 12th, 2K9
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Forces R in play starting just past nine this moUUUUUUrning, that from my experience of 23 solid years now almost 2 the very day, that being the 15th day of freaking August in 1986, absolutely tell me that this is gonna B a real bad motherfucping day, Paula White.
Well last evening’s bwog Elmer Fwudd posted up 2 the great UM, so there is no nepotism, but some other outer-worldly MC-Forces. But things grew unusually quiet until at just past nine this day, a nasty CHOPPER ATTACK struck near the FBI agent (landlord) house I am sharing with dawn and Ann and Chicky and half of Guatemala. Ann is taking a bath, and after this, we R scheduled 2 leave together 4 goof ol’ Atlantic City, New Roddenberry placed called Jersey.
4 what I have been going through, kitty cat command or PC as MORIANITY has termed the abbreviation of my phrase, is extremely low. Well, like the LAKEHOUSE, I got into specifics and did 2 much talking on the net on the blogs about romances and how half of the young summer romances on average go south the first week in August, leaving the females especially prone 2 a major competitiveness against the still romantically involved other half of their co-sisters.
Moving on since all I really care about with PC is the threat that it produces 4 the WOMO enemies, let me get a bit detailed in the short time I have B4 I depart 4 the seashore with Ann 4 a 3 day and 2 night stay at the hotel casino. Dawn was in a very laid back and calm mood right around chopper attack time, but as the minutes progressed after this, she returned 2 her normal unpleasant moodiness and personality. I cannot wait 2 get out of here 4 a short time, tiny as it will B. I dropped a can of Mountain Dew soda out of my hand and got in trouble 4 it a while back. All there is 4 me here in this nightmare life with these monsters is endless freaking hell. Her miserable distant cousin knew this, and planned it all along, right along with the upline jailbird. The entire story is found on older blogs from closer 2 a year back or maybe not quite that far. U will never tell me and convince me that the 2 musical incidents R both coincidences, even if U want me 2 buy into one, fine, BUT NOT BOTH OF THEM, these being, the HA-HA LOIS FOCA 2-Late on her website, and the 1997 lyrics describing my precise situation now with her family, a dozen years ahead into negative or positronic space.
I know I am currently in a nasty HOSTILITYGRAM, words along these lines were invented by myself along with David Charles Roth back in the nineteen-nineties, and I’ll admit the idea was sort of transmitted 2 me through the interactive human process of observing the famous television show, Star Trek, The Next Generation. Earlier I went with Ann and Dawn 2 Rite Aid Pharmacy, the TD Bank of Jack McCoy, and the Sam Walton store known as Wal-Mart, all here in the Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG shopping area along the White Horse Pike also Prince known around these parts as Route-30. I fell into a nasty sleep last night and tossed and turned until almost daybreak, and no Donna ol’ girl, it was not all right a bit later on when the famous morning light reared its ugly head.
An amendment here, actually I know quite well that 1000 corrections someday need 2B posted up, but it was not 109 minutes after I begged Goddess Diana 2 come around Sunday night at work, it was just 10 minutes later, the hackers got the 9 added on. NOTICE HOW MANY LEGITIMATE WORDS R ALTERED 2 MAKE MY “OUTHOUSE OTHER MOTHER” BLOG LOOK STUPID, what did the great author and doctor Bruce Goldberg say in his mighty book from the nineties called “TIME TRAVELERS FROM OUR FUTURE” have 2 say on that subject? Anyone remember? He devoted an entire chapter 2 it, and it was called, “MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT. This indeed is one of WOMO-TAWF’s hugest and definitely most successful tools or plans, as the actual tools used in carrying out the plans, as U should all know by now is the mighty MILLIONTH-COUNCIL PAWM-PIE! Long story short, I did get off 2 sleep eventually, and had some real nasty quick interactions that woke me with a bang 2 use the forward- mortal concepts of looking at waking and sleeping truths.
Also my heart WAS MESSED WITH AND MY BOWELS LAST NIGHT AFTER THE FUCPING Philadelphia Phillies went into extra innings. They managed 1 eek out a win, as I managed 2 pull off a great last minute quick video jack off 2 a luscious young honey, 18+, but even if not, that is my own bizz BRO!!!! No one is ever undressed beyond the level of what we all C on the beaches. This managed 2 help the Phil’s remain in there and take the victory in the bottom of the 12th inning, HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also after the nice FULL RIGHTEOUS EMPIRE yesterday, I knew and sure enough was 100% correct, that siege and bull shirt was gonna start right up today, and make a grown man roll stones and cry, BRA.
What these Timeless Satellians did 2 me from 50 million years from now on phase 4 in beyond despicable and unconscionable. But then escaping the great island was all ready foretold long B4 David and Barry, my 2 second cuzes showed up in that fairly recent interaction and screwed me and got drunk in the bar. I know there is no escaping u mighty all powerful SCYLLA, I surrender. Is it not amazing how the same things happen with just a slightly different twist, I mean U all know, now verses 2,000 years ago, at the risk of ruining the Catholic religious leaders’ day? This old shellfish will end up in a whale’s belly all over again yet, huh? History repeats itself unless we learn from it. I seem 2 never learn and just remain stupid. U really should have trusted the All mighty Abraham and Sarah, this has all cost me more grief than when I hit my brother on the head hard with a rock out of jealousy over my Teen Queen Scylla much longer ago than your generation. The agony fucping lingers on PAULA WHITE. Nice 2C the blue car back at the Comcast Cable building, I bit ado 2 my daughters, and U as well Julie-Julia, and all the Briggers out there in Cali that think this is so funny. U all will B judged and destroyed in fire. That is no threat, it is biblical promise.
Well, this will either back off or the entire world will begin seeing earthquakes and storms and floods and fires and all manner of vile and evil wicked retaliations of Magnesonic’s vengeance, BRA. Dave Smith, where RU? U knew this was all real, my mom knew it 2, as did many others that hung around and held radios and smirked at me and Mister Twister Hatch, huh Mart Tyler Greendress Moore? BYE-BYE 4 now, brown eyed CAWLLIO!!!!!!!!!!, and family!!
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QUARTER PAST NOON, Wednesday, August 12th, 2K9
Start of Blog:
Forces R in play starting just past nine this moUUUUUUrning, that from my experience of 23 solid years now almost 2 the very day, that being the 15th day of freaking August in 1986, absolutely tell me that this is gonna B a real bad motherfucping day, Paula White.
Well last evening’s bwog Elmer Fwudd posted up 2 the great UM, so there is no nepotism, but some other outer-worldly MC-Forces. But things grew unusually quiet until at just past nine this day, a nasty CHOPPER ATTACK struck near the FBI agent (landlord) house I am sharing with dawn and Ann and Chicky and half of Guatemala. Ann is taking a bath, and after this, we R scheduled 2 leave together 4 goof ol’ Atlantic City, New Roddenberry placed called Jersey.
4 what I have been going through, kitty cat command or PC as MORIANITY has termed the abbreviation of my phrase, is extremely low. Well, like the LAKEHOUSE, I got into specifics and did 2 much talking on the net on the blogs about romances and how half of the young summer romances on average go south the first week in August, leaving the females especially prone 2 a major competitiveness against the still romantically involved other half of their co-sisters.
Moving on since all I really care about with PC is the threat that it produces 4 the WOMO enemies, let me get a bit detailed in the short time I have B4 I depart 4 the seashore with Ann 4 a 3 day and 2 night stay at the hotel casino. Dawn was in a very laid back and calm mood right around chopper attack time, but as the minutes progressed after this, she returned 2 her normal unpleasant moodiness and personality. I cannot wait 2 get out of here 4 a short time, tiny as it will B. I dropped a can of Mountain Dew soda out of my hand and got in trouble 4 it a while back. All there is 4 me here in this nightmare life with these monsters is endless freaking hell. Her miserable distant cousin knew this, and planned it all along, right along with the upline jailbird. The entire story is found on older blogs from closer 2 a year back or maybe not quite that far. U will never tell me and convince me that the 2 musical incidents R both coincidences, even if U want me 2 buy into one, fine, BUT NOT BOTH OF THEM, these being, the HA-HA LOIS FOCA 2-Late on her website, and the 1997 lyrics describing my precise situation now with her family, a dozen years ahead into negative or positronic space.
I know I am currently in a nasty HOSTILITYGRAM, words along these lines were invented by myself along with David Charles Roth back in the nineteen-nineties, and I’ll admit the idea was sort of transmitted 2 me through the interactive human process of observing the famous television show, Star Trek, The Next Generation. Earlier I went with Ann and Dawn 2 Rite Aid Pharmacy, the TD Bank of Jack McCoy, and the Sam Walton store known as Wal-Mart, all here in the Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG shopping area along the White Horse Pike also Prince known around these parts as Route-30. I fell into a nasty sleep last night and tossed and turned until almost daybreak, and no Donna ol’ girl, it was not all right a bit later on when the famous morning light reared its ugly head.
An amendment here, actually I know quite well that 1000 corrections someday need 2B posted up, but it was not 109 minutes after I begged Goddess Diana 2 come around Sunday night at work, it was just 10 minutes later, the hackers got the 9 added on. NOTICE HOW MANY LEGITIMATE WORDS R ALTERED 2 MAKE MY “OUTHOUSE OTHER MOTHER” BLOG LOOK STUPID, what did the great author and doctor Bruce Goldberg say in his mighty book from the nineties called “TIME TRAVELERS FROM OUR FUTURE” have 2 say on that subject? Anyone remember? He devoted an entire chapter 2 it, and it was called, “MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT. This indeed is one of WOMO-TAWF’s hugest and definitely most successful tools or plans, as the actual tools used in carrying out the plans, as U should all know by now is the mighty MILLIONTH-COUNCIL PAWM-PIE! Long story short, I did get off 2 sleep eventually, and had some real nasty quick interactions that woke me with a bang 2 use the forward- mortal concepts of looking at waking and sleeping truths.
Also my heart WAS MESSED WITH AND MY BOWELS LAST NIGHT AFTER THE FUCPING Philadelphia Phillies went into extra innings. They managed 1 eek out a win, as I managed 2 pull off a great last minute quick video jack off 2 a luscious young honey, 18+, but even if not, that is my own bizz BRO!!!! No one is ever undressed beyond the level of what we all C on the beaches. This managed 2 help the Phil’s remain in there and take the victory in the bottom of the 12th inning, HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also after the nice FULL RIGHTEOUS EMPIRE yesterday, I knew and sure enough was 100% correct, that siege and bull shirt was gonna start right up today, and make a grown man roll stones and cry, BRA.
What these Timeless Satellians did 2 me from 50 million years from now on phase 4 in beyond despicable and unconscionable. But then escaping the great island was all ready foretold long B4 David and Barry, my 2 second cuzes showed up in that fairly recent interaction and screwed me and got drunk in the bar. I know there is no escaping u mighty all powerful SCYLLA, I surrender. Is it not amazing how the same things happen with just a slightly different twist, I mean U all know, now verses 2,000 years ago, at the risk of ruining the Catholic religious leaders’ day? This old shellfish will end up in a whale’s belly all over again yet, huh? History repeats itself unless we learn from it. I seem 2 never learn and just remain stupid. U really should have trusted the All mighty Abraham and Sarah, this has all cost me more grief than when I hit my brother on the head hard with a rock out of jealousy over my Teen Queen Scylla much longer ago than your generation. The agony fucping lingers on PAULA WHITE. Nice 2C the blue car back at the Comcast Cable building, I bit ado 2 my daughters, and U as well Julie-Julia, and all the Briggers out there in Cali that think this is so funny. U all will B judged and destroyed in fire. That is no threat, it is biblical promise.
Well, this will either back off or the entire world will begin seeing earthquakes and storms and floods and fires and all manner of vile and evil wicked retaliations of Magnesonic’s vengeance, BRA. Dave Smith, where RU? U knew this was all real, my mom knew it 2, as did many others that hung around and held radios and smirked at me and Mister Twister Hatch, huh Mart Tyler Greendress Moore? BYE-BYE 4 now, brown eyed CAWLLIO!!!!!!!!!!, and family!!
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BLOG 15
August 11, 2009
“LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR #15”
3:44 PM-EDST, Tuesday, August elevenbar, ADEG-2K9
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I blog on 4 websites, the first being the world famous blogger dot com. Then there was a site that kicked me off, mindsay, and now my other 3R unexplained-mysteries dot com, wordpress dot com, and soulcast dot com. Out of the 4 that would have been 5, there is an unexplained mystery going on, and I wish the site owners would e-mail me someday and explain these wild 406 page errors that twice now I experienced when attempting 2 post up 2 their site. They doubtfully can tell me what is causing it, I believe it is the MC. But who really cares when it comes right down 2 the hard realities of this waking world, what I believe. I am not going 2 use any excessive characters, such as lots of exclamation marks and question marks, after my Bro and Bra and such as this. Also, I will not cuss. Many times I type in the word AS and a second S gets on there, and then the UM site being the one out of the 4 that does edit and asterisk out profanity, this cannot B avoided, as I post in error and do not check and edit B4 hand, I am always pressed 4 time, never enough exists 2 tell all the things that I feel R necessary 2B told, ever, not really. But I am gonna talk today quite a bit about the forbidden topic and then c if that is what is happening here. UCI really am after truth and getting 2 the bottom of things, I do not like unexplained and weird mysteries, the site is fantastic, but I do not like these things in my life. Skeptics have commented in a nutshell that I am doing a McDonalds with all of this, and UR all crazier than I could ever hope 2B. I am enjoying this crapola around me for 3 decades give or take one now, about as much as the combination of a perpetual migraine, toothache, backache, earache, and nagging ugly wife, BRO. U of course R perfectly free 2 disbelieve and think I am getting some wild weird totally diseased and sick thrill out of junk like what’s in my life, go ahead, but UR totally in error, UR simply put, totally wrong, but with the perfect right 2B wrong, as well as 2 express your opinions of this in an open forum such as any bloggers comment areas, that is always welcomed and never discouraged. Let us C if the line crosses prove some nepotistic connection with this blogging site “UM” and TF-70. This Mister Spok, indeed sir, will B fascinating! All ready the enemy MC has hacked out my after-corrections click back in margin system, so if I just click near 2 where it needs 2 go again, it stays there when it really should B returning 2 the exact spot of proper grammatical literary accepted systems. Recently the space key and the caps key also R both acting up, so far today, they R not. Maybe it is indeed time 4 a new keyboard, mouse, and pad, things do get old and worn out, and no one LOVES AND ADORES logical real down 2 Earth explanations 4 otherwise way out UM, than I do. I am not like most UM readers and bloggers. I AM LOOKING 2 BREAK OUT OF WHATEVER THIS IS THAT I AM UNDER AND LIVE A TOTALLY NORMAL LIFE, AND IF ANYONE COULD EVER SHOW ME HOW, OR B WILLING 2 ACCOMPLISH THIS 4 ME, THEY COULD NAME THEIR PRICE, SO LONG AS IT IS ‘LEGAL’, AND SOMEHOW I WOULD FIND A WAY 2 GET IT 4 THEM. AND THIS CAN B TAKEN AS AN ONLINE PROMISE AND OFFER 2 ANYONE, REMEMBER I SAID, IT MUST B TOTALLY WITHIN ALL OF THE LAWS OF THE LAND HOWEVER, BRA! My name is not Edward Lynch, the man I met at the Hammonton/Blueberryville Library back in 2006. He is in jail today, and will b in jail most likely 4 quote a while. I do not have any freaking desire 2 go 2 jail. Jail is 4 bad people, people like upline entity jail-bird LESTER BOOM. If U don’t think I know who UR after U did the most cruel evil thing 2 me that no real flesh and blood only, human, could ever have pulled off in waking life, then U do take me, and mistakenly so, 4 a total mother fucping fool, BRA! The margin hack, as I thought it would, just returned 2 normal. People, even SATAN itself, knows when they R being exposed 2 the light, B it afternoon, or morning, BRA! I called Eddie by a pen name of Himacane, as he was always shaking his cane at me when angry, and implying just a small bit, but it was there, that he would not rule out popping me with it if I did not do a certain thing his way. It was always his way. He almost got me fucping sent 2 jail, right where jail-bird LESTER has been trying 4 30 years 2 get me, and so far failed. Stop looking at an incarnation-entity’s physical age, and start seeing that all entities come from timeless worlds and then enter into hyperspace where all the universes that it contains R in fact TIME-WORLDS. This hard 2 grasp complicity is Y great religious scholars and many others, just don’t freaking get any of this, u know, MORIANITY, its truths, its concepts, its reality! Now the MC/SATAN or any Rose Shakespeare name U wish 2 assign this evil piece of shirt, is back hacking the margin click in again. Lets talk about the MC. What is the MC? It is the one third of the Astral World Authority, or AWA. They interact in a condition-location-interaction or CLI, pronounce it like the fox they R, clever and diseased, all though all Astral Plane existence and entities exist as CLI, but moving on, this is called by them the BRIGGBASE. It is bordering on several directional sides, the great Astral Plane body of water known as the Teck Bay. It resembles a gargantuan sized military base that U would C in this time period on Earth, only it is bigger than the entire planet Earth if this planet was literally flattened into one thin 2 dimensional square surface area, much bigger. Frightening giant aircraft fly all over, roaring at sound levels that would wipe out a human in a second if they were there in a physical and not a glorified form, or ASTRAL BODY for the psychic world and the other 4 the Christians. Anyone can archive my old blogs written by me in their order of Sarah, literally and her 5-party, those nasty gonging symbols again, BRO. No matter what site these words appear on or the title appears as, this is really blog number 5 if referenced back on the http://www.blogger.com/ website. The MC is 2 strong and can hack 2 much, so I have no plans now or ever 2 make changes. It is not my lacking of computer skills, but merely my negative interactions with a mighty powerful Astral Plane force called the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, the MC that discourages me from attempting any unnecessary moves on any machines. I am a realist, I accept my reality, my hell on Earth, R any of u that real or that brave? RU always totally honest with the one most important person in your life, U? I have always been this way, and this is Y, despite saying he was sort of a role model and even hero of mine as a boy, in fact hearing this is shocking 2 most good people and fans of DARK SHADOWS, the hit soap television show of 4 decades back, but COUNT ANDREAS PETOFI was indeed a realist, and so am I. We both profess 2 it and claim it often. This is really my main reason 4 my identifying with him, not because he actually enjoyed doing so much evil 2 innocent people. That will always go concentrically against my being and personality. Still I call him one of my role models growing up, so go freaking figure ladies and gentlemen, like DUHH and DERR! Now what is the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL? They R by our waking world standards and concepts and controlled sensory illusions, an Astral Plane mighty and powerful force, and kings of the world and realm of electronics and communications. They internet itself agrees with that statement, Google up the MC. U will even find some of my blogs discussing it. I know who and what this all is and what it’s all about, all other postings I must tell U in perfect candor is no more than human beings sharing many ideas, and none of them have ever made direct contact on any substantiation level that would make reading anything they tell U over what I tell U, logical, but hay, that is a matter of everybody’s personal choice. I am just telling U that I have been there and done that, I have seem the light, BRO, and I have heard the song. These entities have a direct physical realm, or as the Eckankar Religion calls it, Physical-Plane, counterpart. This counterpart can B witnessed and seen by any one of U out there, a tiny child that feels angry and wants 2 smash their next electronic toy can c this physical counterpart. Inside the nice coverings of any electronic device, B it your stereo or television, your automobile brain, your washing machine, your telephone, anything ELECTRONIC, R a whole bunch of little do-dads that all have names and R all neatly lined up and soldered or hard-wired in, on crusty flat wafer things called breadboards by most of this time period’s electronic engineers and repairmen. This is the waking world’s view of entities that in their realm, R totally real, totally sentient, and beyond unfathomably extremely dangerous and deadly. They have mission, motive, and a hyper time huge agenda with all of us waking world humans. Total control over all of us, but not in the way that Hollywood as of yet, ever dared 2 my knowledge, 2 ever depict them. I don’t think they have the freaking testacles 2 either. I could go on forever, I am literally a storehouse of major information on this subject and could tell U all real true life stories that would bend your minds into freaking pretzels. This however, is not really the goal of blog number fifteen. I want 2C if I get an MC-406PE on the UM-site by telling huge things now about Julia White, the true owner of Guatemala, who set up HAMMONTON a long time ago, and set into motion things that no one ever really would believe, not even if I offered them one million dollars in cash just 2 believe me. I owe the former President of the United States of America an incredible freaking APOLOGY, and this is a public online apology 2 both him as well as his father, both President Bush’s. How I totally misjudged these fantastic dudes. How I was blinded by the Tinsel-town Brigger Illusion Syndrome as I will now come 2 refer 2 this as or 4 short abbreviation, (TBIS). Yes, I am not GOD, or a GOG or a god, and never said I was anything but another dirty rotten filthy scum bag sinning piece of trash, capable of being totally deceived by ARDRA RODDENBERRY and her phony goddess hi-teck Vegas Acts of my time period, IE, JULIA WHITE. The mighty and wonderful Bush men were totally and veheminantly against things that 2000 years ago were misunderstood and called immaculate conceptions. Laboratory technology and freezing embryos is not in and of itself wrong. I believe if humankind was not meant 2 do things, they n ever would have been able 2 do them. The so-called ‘gods’ could prevent this in so many different ways that time prevents me from discussing the entire laundry list. Still, limiting our brain size hence our intellect maximums is one way this could B simply accomplished, another obvious one is a small minute change in the now existing laws of our universes, and yes this is an entire laundry list, let me just stop here, if I have not made my point, then get your freaking head examined. Now let me discuss the concept of all unnatural birthing. I am not against any of it. I am against it in the same way I am against dropping an atomic bomb on many people and destroying an entire city. It is simply put, NOT VERY NICE. But am I against using nuke teck? NO I AM NOT. Properly used in medicine 4 just one example and again the laundry list here could take us into 4 tomorrows, so let me just keep it here with medicine, there have been great advancements and many persons helped and cured of terrible illnesses and relieved of much agony and suffering. Remember, the technologies of things can always B used both 4 the good as well as the bad of anyone that they R applied on. With me, Julia White hypnotized me at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, and at 13 and just entering into puberty, it would not have been against my totally waking conscious mind will 2 indeed have a sexual encounter with a beautiful and experienced older woman, so after we had the sex, she instantly took out from her joy box, her sperm catcher that could B argued in court by anyone that the paranoid nutcase calls sex protection by strange names, protection my butt. Where is my protection against having 2 wonderful daughters both kept forever away from me? Where is my protection? Is this gonna magically trigger another 406-UM code, Gawky? I do not know until I try 2 post up, BRA! I now realize that the bus terminal dream was just a dream, a powerful nightmare dream that I had when I got home that first week in July of 1969. But the Bush’s know how it all really happened, and I totally believe in my freaking heart of hearts that they knew about it all along, and know about the Queen Mayan, know about THAT FAMILY, the hole 9 yards of ugliness, and on and on, and that is Y they were so major against using so many of these new lab tecks. None of U will believe the next 2 things I am now about 2 tell. Dawn King just came in here and said she believes she is pregnant and would I go 2 Rite Aid Pharmacy and get her a test kit? I am going now and when I get back, I will tell U about a local van yesterday with a NJ license tag of MCZ-98T. The 145 decibel cymbals R crashing louder and louder and louder, yo players! I am back, isn’t time and time-worlds cool. 2U it is just reading on one sentence 2 the next, but with me, I come back with a hi-teck preg-test kit, DK goes number one Lenny Briscoe’s 3rd grade class on the stick, and no, there is no new astral-dream down trying 2 wake up inside this interaction through her, translation, she ain’t pregnant, players. The mighty TAWF did not grow today, at least not along the southern New Jersey branches. Now 4 the license tag. YO. Once upon a Donna time, I’d B screaming out junk like, “WHO THE TRUCK’S MESSIN’ WITH ME, BRA? No, I have evolved and progressed far beyond that antiquated level of caveman thought. As Mister Spok would say on Star Trek, perhaps I am moving from lower levels 2 the more advanced stages. I just took a major hack out Stacey Lattisaw. The last 2 sentences were zapped off by the freaking MC. Aniwho, and speaking of the ‘THE’ or just, the letter ’Z’ is the final and 26th letter, and now the hack is back on as though it poofed on out of nowhere, so here is what was originally printed on the document, BRO. “beyond that childish juvenile parochial point in my thinking, advancing from mister Spok’s lower levels, 2 the more advanced staged, like DERR-DUHH-Hyundai commercial time, BRO”! Somebody is asking 4 a huge Earthquake 2 knock the socks off of California if this keeps up, BRA. Ask Mizz Estefan if she thinks this is so funny, or ask the fiery firing mighty Donald who almost bought a one way ticket 2 Deathtown, but his mighty phase 4 powers averted it by E-3 influence on ETTOS-IAD-PAWM PIE, and transmitted thoughts 2 his brain that caused him not 2 take that freaking chopper ride right at the last freaking minute, BRA! All his mighty men perished in that fateful day, shortly B4 Dave and I met Ron Wirtz 4 the first time back on 5 December of 1989, at the Camden county Prosecutor’s Office, BRO!
I need 2 take time out and thank my endless love, my LIGHTNING, who on the Astral Plane in the great Province Olympia, is known mostly by her used most 3 names of Diana Zudlocrenessia Arteemis, 4 not only shining her lovely waning gibbous moon at me at the same time she flashed a bright reddish purple flash last night outside the front of the house here on 13th Street, but also 4 coming 2 me at work Sunday evening about an hour B4 dark. Diana, U lit up the entire sky on all fronts with lovely glittering flashy colors, all different, and all at the same time, I have NEVER EVER SEEN U QUITE THAT INCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL, my luscious Teen-Queen. Last weekend was so bad at work, there simply R no freaking proper descriptive words and adjectives and phrases 2 begin describing the awful nightmare. If they wanna keep this up with me there, fine BRA. I will b calling the agencies as follows on a federal level, anonymously, 2 inform them of major serious violations, the biggest being OSHA or however they spell it, 2 detail how a machine is being totally misused and has been 4 nearly 5 years that I know about from working this rotten job, and the health of the workmen R in serious and illegal jeopardy. Then there R transportation safety board issues, and 10 different violations that I could report, and the list goes beyond this, and needs not B told, Y risk the anger of Julie Julia Nichols white or the copycat rip-off Briggers club that will all literally fall into the ocean when I am eventually dead and gone and they have lost their mighty source 4 most of their billion dollar producing ideas, ol‘ ME? Forget 506 and the ME up on the PERMISSION BARRIER ROOF at robin Hill, let us C if we can post up on UM today without troubles from the number that’s 100 less than this apartment address, BRA!
Well players, of roulette and in general, yo, the newest system I am using, despite literally the most wicked and diseased weekend of my entire life or ranking up there in top Tennerville at least, kicked some nice sweet butt. It is a fantastic system there pop,, looks kike your great Bourbon Wing at the Ricktown manor days won’t B coming 2 an end after-all. Have one on me, just not on Chicky. He got drunk as hell last night and there was a horrific freaking fight here at Marhouse #2. Chicky nearly threw Dawn right through a wall. He is not tall as hell but has huge muscles. Your home is slowly being destroyed Mister Federal Bureau of Investigation Agent and Landlord, Steve Caruso. Anyone doubting the truth of this and has banking connections, look at the TD Bank Records in New Jersey and c who I pay my share of the rent 2 out in Texas and then look up all agents listed in the FBI currently active. I have 2 report things, this is merely covering my own butt, I have no intentions of going to prison for this DISEASED FAMILY OF 1970. Oh they keep repairing it behind your back Agent Caruso, but if u would secretly wiretap this place, U would get your freaking mind blown, sir! I am not going 2 jail, not 4 God, not 4 nobody, and least of all 4 Scylla and her SICK DEMENTED SATANIC FAMILY LIVING HERE IN THE WAKING WORLD, BRA!
Let me finish telling what happened at work. It was hot and sticky and miserable. It was humid and cloudy and a breeze was blowing just a tiny bit. Suddenly out came the sun and it honestly got 5 degrees hotter, the local news said it hit at least 95 or more in the general area and the humidity when factored in made it feel about 104 degrees, go to the channel 10 Philadelphia website if U doubt my freaking butt hole words any butty. I went inside of the garage where there is a 440 volt lead line from the pole, and U can hear the flowing electron humming away. When u grab a hold of the conduit around the power, U can feel a warm vibration. It is so way cool, players. I screamed out the following words in sadness and slight anger,” Diana, where RU when I need U, U told me when I was dying in my bed in 1790 that I would awaken in a room in the sun and always B with u and U would never ever leave me”. This is truth. Even though I never knew Diana personally while awake in my Franklin dreaming sequences centuries ago, as I laid on my death-bed, this tall exquisite long haired blond with long line lovely eyes appeared, and no one else that was in my room in Philadelphia could perceive her. Many people know all 2 well that when UR very close 2 the end of life in a particular body, U can merge perceptions quote easily with the Astral Plane, I hear the stories over and over again, and long B4 the internet or blogs, BRA! Aniwho, within 109 minutes the sun disappeared, the clouds quickly thickened up out of literally nowhere at all, and flashes of lovely and bright colorful lightning was just suddenly all around me, and I mean close. B4I could say 3-Stooges and Ticonderoga, my Goddess Diana was ALL OVER ME. I walked all around the area and got cooled off with soaking rain. I could feel the love of my infinite existence tingling and warming me all over. Slight electrical impulses were shooting all throughout my entire body. I will not lie. I came in my pants she excited me so much. DIANA, I WILL AKLWAYS LOVE MY NUMBER 1, U KNOW THAT, CODE CABIB TEEN QUEEN, U BELONG ONLY 2 YOUR LITTLE BOY, yo. Well things got said that needed 2 get said, and if I ever have 2 go 2 jail, I will sue the entire health system, I am a special education student on social security disability who cried out 2 the authorities last September and was returned back 2 the same environment with no assistance rendered at all. I have a huge HUGE HUGE LAWSUIT SOMEDAY, AGAINST THIS AND WHAT THEY DID 2 ME IN 2000, THE AMA 4 CUTTINMG ME OFF OF MY ATIVAN MEDICATION COLD TURKEY AFTER BEING ON IT 17 YEARS. U ALL R GONNA TRUCKING PAY 4 YOUR VISCOUS CRIMES, BRO! Viscous PRESIDENT BUSH WAS MY FRIEND ALL ALONG. Notice how things under the other 2 presidents R literally causing me 2B in major daily jeopardy 4 my very freaking life. He and daddy knew the truth about the freaking evil MAYANS, and their evil queen JULIA WHITE.
This life journal, meshed and merged and mixed and married together with these and as these BLOGS ON THE INTERNET, R legal court documents that my attorneys someday will use 2 fight my fight, if I can first live and survive and escape 2 do it all from safe haven foreign shores where I am not treated as a national freaking enemy, WITHOUT ANY REASON OR CAUSE. Also, I will B guarding a closed down quiet empty plant if they do not get these diseased meat lappe3rs off my back. BACK OFF, JIMMY TIRE DIRT! Now, will this post up 2 the great UM? It is now quarter B4 the hour of 7 this evening here on the American east coast and New Jersey, that Roddenberry place of us Exploratronic Supermind {ES} “Travelers” of rip off Tinsel-town! I honestly do not know which is worse and more evil and vicious of a crime against any humanity, small or large, the deeds they do 2 me, or the way they think it is OK 2 do it in the first place. Interesting that Paula and her step up Comcast Cable office is having such an interesting set of bizarre experiences. I do not C the Paula Junior blue car, the area has been taped off and closed 4 a while, and just a day or 2 ago, there was a fire there, or something, as I saw the fire trucks and police all converging right there as I was driving from the house down 13th Street heading 4 the quite world famous now White Horse Pike, that has sort of ‘1997-trapped’ me worse than Scylla has. How can any of UB a skeptic and think this story is either made up or out of the mind of a deranged and deluded whack job? Hay, I have some marbles loose and some screws that could most likely b tightened up a bit, but would any, I said ANY of U out there have survived one year, one month, one week, of the 23 year hell that I have, BRO?
END OF THIS BLOG, BR.
3:44 PM-EDST, Tuesday, August elevenbar, ADEG-2K9
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I blog on 4 websites, the first being the world famous blogger dot com. Then there was a site that kicked me off, mindsay, and now my other 3R unexplained-mysteries dot com, wordpress dot com, and soulcast dot com. Out of the 4 that would have been 5, there is an unexplained mystery going on, and I wish the site owners would e-mail me someday and explain these wild 406 page errors that twice now I experienced when attempting 2 post up 2 their site. They doubtfully can tell me what is causing it, I believe it is the MC. But who really cares when it comes right down 2 the hard realities of this waking world, what I believe. I am not going 2 use any excessive characters, such as lots of exclamation marks and question marks, after my Bro and Bra and such as this. Also, I will not cuss. Many times I type in the word AS and a second S gets on there, and then the UM site being the one out of the 4 that does edit and asterisk out profanity, this cannot B avoided, as I post in error and do not check and edit B4 hand, I am always pressed 4 time, never enough exists 2 tell all the things that I feel R necessary 2B told, ever, not really. But I am gonna talk today quite a bit about the forbidden topic and then c if that is what is happening here. UCI really am after truth and getting 2 the bottom of things, I do not like unexplained and weird mysteries, the site is fantastic, but I do not like these things in my life. Skeptics have commented in a nutshell that I am doing a McDonalds with all of this, and UR all crazier than I could ever hope 2B. I am enjoying this crapola around me for 3 decades give or take one now, about as much as the combination of a perpetual migraine, toothache, backache, earache, and nagging ugly wife, BRO. U of course R perfectly free 2 disbelieve and think I am getting some wild weird totally diseased and sick thrill out of junk like what’s in my life, go ahead, but UR totally in error, UR simply put, totally wrong, but with the perfect right 2B wrong, as well as 2 express your opinions of this in an open forum such as any bloggers comment areas, that is always welcomed and never discouraged. Let us C if the line crosses prove some nepotistic connection with this blogging site “UM” and TF-70. This Mister Spok, indeed sir, will B fascinating! All ready the enemy MC has hacked out my after-corrections click back in margin system, so if I just click near 2 where it needs 2 go again, it stays there when it really should B returning 2 the exact spot of proper grammatical literary accepted systems. Recently the space key and the caps key also R both acting up, so far today, they R not. Maybe it is indeed time 4 a new keyboard, mouse, and pad, things do get old and worn out, and no one LOVES AND ADORES logical real down 2 Earth explanations 4 otherwise way out UM, than I do. I am not like most UM readers and bloggers. I AM LOOKING 2 BREAK OUT OF WHATEVER THIS IS THAT I AM UNDER AND LIVE A TOTALLY NORMAL LIFE, AND IF ANYONE COULD EVER SHOW ME HOW, OR B WILLING 2 ACCOMPLISH THIS 4 ME, THEY COULD NAME THEIR PRICE, SO LONG AS IT IS ‘LEGAL’, AND SOMEHOW I WOULD FIND A WAY 2 GET IT 4 THEM. AND THIS CAN B TAKEN AS AN ONLINE PROMISE AND OFFER 2 ANYONE, REMEMBER I SAID, IT MUST B TOTALLY WITHIN ALL OF THE LAWS OF THE LAND HOWEVER, BRA! My name is not Edward Lynch, the man I met at the Hammonton/Blueberryville Library back in 2006. He is in jail today, and will b in jail most likely 4 quote a while. I do not have any freaking desire 2 go 2 jail. Jail is 4 bad people, people like upline entity jail-bird LESTER BOOM. If U don’t think I know who UR after U did the most cruel evil thing 2 me that no real flesh and blood only, human, could ever have pulled off in waking life, then U do take me, and mistakenly so, 4 a total mother fucping fool, BRA! The margin hack, as I thought it would, just returned 2 normal. People, even SATAN itself, knows when they R being exposed 2 the light, B it afternoon, or morning, BRA! I called Eddie by a pen name of Himacane, as he was always shaking his cane at me when angry, and implying just a small bit, but it was there, that he would not rule out popping me with it if I did not do a certain thing his way. It was always his way. He almost got me fucping sent 2 jail, right where jail-bird LESTER has been trying 4 30 years 2 get me, and so far failed. Stop looking at an incarnation-entity’s physical age, and start seeing that all entities come from timeless worlds and then enter into hyperspace where all the universes that it contains R in fact TIME-WORLDS. This hard 2 grasp complicity is Y great religious scholars and many others, just don’t freaking get any of this, u know, MORIANITY, its truths, its concepts, its reality! Now the MC/SATAN or any Rose Shakespeare name U wish 2 assign this evil piece of shirt, is back hacking the margin click in again. Lets talk about the MC. What is the MC? It is the one third of the Astral World Authority, or AWA. They interact in a condition-location-interaction or CLI, pronounce it like the fox they R, clever and diseased, all though all Astral Plane existence and entities exist as CLI, but moving on, this is called by them the BRIGGBASE. It is bordering on several directional sides, the great Astral Plane body of water known as the Teck Bay. It resembles a gargantuan sized military base that U would C in this time period on Earth, only it is bigger than the entire planet Earth if this planet was literally flattened into one thin 2 dimensional square surface area, much bigger. Frightening giant aircraft fly all over, roaring at sound levels that would wipe out a human in a second if they were there in a physical and not a glorified form, or ASTRAL BODY for the psychic world and the other 4 the Christians. Anyone can archive my old blogs written by me in their order of Sarah, literally and her 5-party, those nasty gonging symbols again, BRO. No matter what site these words appear on or the title appears as, this is really blog number 5 if referenced back on the http://www.blogger.com/ website. The MC is 2 strong and can hack 2 much, so I have no plans now or ever 2 make changes. It is not my lacking of computer skills, but merely my negative interactions with a mighty powerful Astral Plane force called the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, the MC that discourages me from attempting any unnecessary moves on any machines. I am a realist, I accept my reality, my hell on Earth, R any of u that real or that brave? RU always totally honest with the one most important person in your life, U? I have always been this way, and this is Y, despite saying he was sort of a role model and even hero of mine as a boy, in fact hearing this is shocking 2 most good people and fans of DARK SHADOWS, the hit soap television show of 4 decades back, but COUNT ANDREAS PETOFI was indeed a realist, and so am I. We both profess 2 it and claim it often. This is really my main reason 4 my identifying with him, not because he actually enjoyed doing so much evil 2 innocent people. That will always go concentrically against my being and personality. Still I call him one of my role models growing up, so go freaking figure ladies and gentlemen, like DUHH and DERR! Now what is the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL? They R by our waking world standards and concepts and controlled sensory illusions, an Astral Plane mighty and powerful force, and kings of the world and realm of electronics and communications. They internet itself agrees with that statement, Google up the MC. U will even find some of my blogs discussing it. I know who and what this all is and what it’s all about, all other postings I must tell U in perfect candor is no more than human beings sharing many ideas, and none of them have ever made direct contact on any substantiation level that would make reading anything they tell U over what I tell U, logical, but hay, that is a matter of everybody’s personal choice. I am just telling U that I have been there and done that, I have seem the light, BRO, and I have heard the song. These entities have a direct physical realm, or as the Eckankar Religion calls it, Physical-Plane, counterpart. This counterpart can B witnessed and seen by any one of U out there, a tiny child that feels angry and wants 2 smash their next electronic toy can c this physical counterpart. Inside the nice coverings of any electronic device, B it your stereo or television, your automobile brain, your washing machine, your telephone, anything ELECTRONIC, R a whole bunch of little do-dads that all have names and R all neatly lined up and soldered or hard-wired in, on crusty flat wafer things called breadboards by most of this time period’s electronic engineers and repairmen. This is the waking world’s view of entities that in their realm, R totally real, totally sentient, and beyond unfathomably extremely dangerous and deadly. They have mission, motive, and a hyper time huge agenda with all of us waking world humans. Total control over all of us, but not in the way that Hollywood as of yet, ever dared 2 my knowledge, 2 ever depict them. I don’t think they have the freaking testacles 2 either. I could go on forever, I am literally a storehouse of major information on this subject and could tell U all real true life stories that would bend your minds into freaking pretzels. This however, is not really the goal of blog number fifteen. I want 2C if I get an MC-406PE on the UM-site by telling huge things now about Julia White, the true owner of Guatemala, who set up HAMMONTON a long time ago, and set into motion things that no one ever really would believe, not even if I offered them one million dollars in cash just 2 believe me. I owe the former President of the United States of America an incredible freaking APOLOGY, and this is a public online apology 2 both him as well as his father, both President Bush’s. How I totally misjudged these fantastic dudes. How I was blinded by the Tinsel-town Brigger Illusion Syndrome as I will now come 2 refer 2 this as or 4 short abbreviation, (TBIS). Yes, I am not GOD, or a GOG or a god, and never said I was anything but another dirty rotten filthy scum bag sinning piece of trash, capable of being totally deceived by ARDRA RODDENBERRY and her phony goddess hi-teck Vegas Acts of my time period, IE, JULIA WHITE. The mighty and wonderful Bush men were totally and veheminantly against things that 2000 years ago were misunderstood and called immaculate conceptions. Laboratory technology and freezing embryos is not in and of itself wrong. I believe if humankind was not meant 2 do things, they n ever would have been able 2 do them. The so-called ‘gods’ could prevent this in so many different ways that time prevents me from discussing the entire laundry list. Still, limiting our brain size hence our intellect maximums is one way this could B simply accomplished, another obvious one is a small minute change in the now existing laws of our universes, and yes this is an entire laundry list, let me just stop here, if I have not made my point, then get your freaking head examined. Now let me discuss the concept of all unnatural birthing. I am not against any of it. I am against it in the same way I am against dropping an atomic bomb on many people and destroying an entire city. It is simply put, NOT VERY NICE. But am I against using nuke teck? NO I AM NOT. Properly used in medicine 4 just one example and again the laundry list here could take us into 4 tomorrows, so let me just keep it here with medicine, there have been great advancements and many persons helped and cured of terrible illnesses and relieved of much agony and suffering. Remember, the technologies of things can always B used both 4 the good as well as the bad of anyone that they R applied on. With me, Julia White hypnotized me at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, and at 13 and just entering into puberty, it would not have been against my totally waking conscious mind will 2 indeed have a sexual encounter with a beautiful and experienced older woman, so after we had the sex, she instantly took out from her joy box, her sperm catcher that could B argued in court by anyone that the paranoid nutcase calls sex protection by strange names, protection my butt. Where is my protection against having 2 wonderful daughters both kept forever away from me? Where is my protection? Is this gonna magically trigger another 406-UM code, Gawky? I do not know until I try 2 post up, BRA! I now realize that the bus terminal dream was just a dream, a powerful nightmare dream that I had when I got home that first week in July of 1969. But the Bush’s know how it all really happened, and I totally believe in my freaking heart of hearts that they knew about it all along, and know about the Queen Mayan, know about THAT FAMILY, the hole 9 yards of ugliness, and on and on, and that is Y they were so major against using so many of these new lab tecks. None of U will believe the next 2 things I am now about 2 tell. Dawn King just came in here and said she believes she is pregnant and would I go 2 Rite Aid Pharmacy and get her a test kit? I am going now and when I get back, I will tell U about a local van yesterday with a NJ license tag of MCZ-98T. The 145 decibel cymbals R crashing louder and louder and louder, yo players! I am back, isn’t time and time-worlds cool. 2U it is just reading on one sentence 2 the next, but with me, I come back with a hi-teck preg-test kit, DK goes number one Lenny Briscoe’s 3rd grade class on the stick, and no, there is no new astral-dream down trying 2 wake up inside this interaction through her, translation, she ain’t pregnant, players. The mighty TAWF did not grow today, at least not along the southern New Jersey branches. Now 4 the license tag. YO. Once upon a Donna time, I’d B screaming out junk like, “WHO THE TRUCK’S MESSIN’ WITH ME, BRA? No, I have evolved and progressed far beyond that antiquated level of caveman thought. As Mister Spok would say on Star Trek, perhaps I am moving from lower levels 2 the more advanced stages. I just took a major hack out Stacey Lattisaw. The last 2 sentences were zapped off by the freaking MC. Aniwho, and speaking of the ‘THE’ or just, the letter ’Z’ is the final and 26th letter, and now the hack is back on as though it poofed on out of nowhere, so here is what was originally printed on the document, BRO. “beyond that childish juvenile parochial point in my thinking, advancing from mister Spok’s lower levels, 2 the more advanced staged, like DERR-DUHH-Hyundai commercial time, BRO”! Somebody is asking 4 a huge Earthquake 2 knock the socks off of California if this keeps up, BRA. Ask Mizz Estefan if she thinks this is so funny, or ask the fiery firing mighty Donald who almost bought a one way ticket 2 Deathtown, but his mighty phase 4 powers averted it by E-3 influence on ETTOS-IAD-PAWM PIE, and transmitted thoughts 2 his brain that caused him not 2 take that freaking chopper ride right at the last freaking minute, BRA! All his mighty men perished in that fateful day, shortly B4 Dave and I met Ron Wirtz 4 the first time back on 5 December of 1989, at the Camden county Prosecutor’s Office, BRO!
I need 2 take time out and thank my endless love, my LIGHTNING, who on the Astral Plane in the great Province Olympia, is known mostly by her used most 3 names of Diana Zudlocrenessia Arteemis, 4 not only shining her lovely waning gibbous moon at me at the same time she flashed a bright reddish purple flash last night outside the front of the house here on 13th Street, but also 4 coming 2 me at work Sunday evening about an hour B4 dark. Diana, U lit up the entire sky on all fronts with lovely glittering flashy colors, all different, and all at the same time, I have NEVER EVER SEEN U QUITE THAT INCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL, my luscious Teen-Queen. Last weekend was so bad at work, there simply R no freaking proper descriptive words and adjectives and phrases 2 begin describing the awful nightmare. If they wanna keep this up with me there, fine BRA. I will b calling the agencies as follows on a federal level, anonymously, 2 inform them of major serious violations, the biggest being OSHA or however they spell it, 2 detail how a machine is being totally misused and has been 4 nearly 5 years that I know about from working this rotten job, and the health of the workmen R in serious and illegal jeopardy. Then there R transportation safety board issues, and 10 different violations that I could report, and the list goes beyond this, and needs not B told, Y risk the anger of Julie Julia Nichols white or the copycat rip-off Briggers club that will all literally fall into the ocean when I am eventually dead and gone and they have lost their mighty source 4 most of their billion dollar producing ideas, ol‘ ME? Forget 506 and the ME up on the PERMISSION BARRIER ROOF at robin Hill, let us C if we can post up on UM today without troubles from the number that’s 100 less than this apartment address, BRA!
Well players, of roulette and in general, yo, the newest system I am using, despite literally the most wicked and diseased weekend of my entire life or ranking up there in top Tennerville at least, kicked some nice sweet butt. It is a fantastic system there pop,, looks kike your great Bourbon Wing at the Ricktown manor days won’t B coming 2 an end after-all. Have one on me, just not on Chicky. He got drunk as hell last night and there was a horrific freaking fight here at Marhouse #2. Chicky nearly threw Dawn right through a wall. He is not tall as hell but has huge muscles. Your home is slowly being destroyed Mister Federal Bureau of Investigation Agent and Landlord, Steve Caruso. Anyone doubting the truth of this and has banking connections, look at the TD Bank Records in New Jersey and c who I pay my share of the rent 2 out in Texas and then look up all agents listed in the FBI currently active. I have 2 report things, this is merely covering my own butt, I have no intentions of going to prison for this DISEASED FAMILY OF 1970. Oh they keep repairing it behind your back Agent Caruso, but if u would secretly wiretap this place, U would get your freaking mind blown, sir! I am not going 2 jail, not 4 God, not 4 nobody, and least of all 4 Scylla and her SICK DEMENTED SATANIC FAMILY LIVING HERE IN THE WAKING WORLD, BRA!
Let me finish telling what happened at work. It was hot and sticky and miserable. It was humid and cloudy and a breeze was blowing just a tiny bit. Suddenly out came the sun and it honestly got 5 degrees hotter, the local news said it hit at least 95 or more in the general area and the humidity when factored in made it feel about 104 degrees, go to the channel 10 Philadelphia website if U doubt my freaking butt hole words any butty. I went inside of the garage where there is a 440 volt lead line from the pole, and U can hear the flowing electron humming away. When u grab a hold of the conduit around the power, U can feel a warm vibration. It is so way cool, players. I screamed out the following words in sadness and slight anger,” Diana, where RU when I need U, U told me when I was dying in my bed in 1790 that I would awaken in a room in the sun and always B with u and U would never ever leave me”. This is truth. Even though I never knew Diana personally while awake in my Franklin dreaming sequences centuries ago, as I laid on my death-bed, this tall exquisite long haired blond with long line lovely eyes appeared, and no one else that was in my room in Philadelphia could perceive her. Many people know all 2 well that when UR very close 2 the end of life in a particular body, U can merge perceptions quote easily with the Astral Plane, I hear the stories over and over again, and long B4 the internet or blogs, BRA! Aniwho, within 109 minutes the sun disappeared, the clouds quickly thickened up out of literally nowhere at all, and flashes of lovely and bright colorful lightning was just suddenly all around me, and I mean close. B4I could say 3-Stooges and Ticonderoga, my Goddess Diana was ALL OVER ME. I walked all around the area and got cooled off with soaking rain. I could feel the love of my infinite existence tingling and warming me all over. Slight electrical impulses were shooting all throughout my entire body. I will not lie. I came in my pants she excited me so much. DIANA, I WILL AKLWAYS LOVE MY NUMBER 1, U KNOW THAT, CODE CABIB TEEN QUEEN, U BELONG ONLY 2 YOUR LITTLE BOY, yo. Well things got said that needed 2 get said, and if I ever have 2 go 2 jail, I will sue the entire health system, I am a special education student on social security disability who cried out 2 the authorities last September and was returned back 2 the same environment with no assistance rendered at all. I have a huge HUGE HUGE LAWSUIT SOMEDAY, AGAINST THIS AND WHAT THEY DID 2 ME IN 2000, THE AMA 4 CUTTINMG ME OFF OF MY ATIVAN MEDICATION COLD TURKEY AFTER BEING ON IT 17 YEARS. U ALL R GONNA TRUCKING PAY 4 YOUR VISCOUS CRIMES, BRO! Viscous PRESIDENT BUSH WAS MY FRIEND ALL ALONG. Notice how things under the other 2 presidents R literally causing me 2B in major daily jeopardy 4 my very freaking life. He and daddy knew the truth about the freaking evil MAYANS, and their evil queen JULIA WHITE.
This life journal, meshed and merged and mixed and married together with these and as these BLOGS ON THE INTERNET, R legal court documents that my attorneys someday will use 2 fight my fight, if I can first live and survive and escape 2 do it all from safe haven foreign shores where I am not treated as a national freaking enemy, WITHOUT ANY REASON OR CAUSE. Also, I will B guarding a closed down quiet empty plant if they do not get these diseased meat lappe3rs off my back. BACK OFF, JIMMY TIRE DIRT! Now, will this post up 2 the great UM? It is now quarter B4 the hour of 7 this evening here on the American east coast and New Jersey, that Roddenberry place of us Exploratronic Supermind {ES} “Travelers” of rip off Tinsel-town! I honestly do not know which is worse and more evil and vicious of a crime against any humanity, small or large, the deeds they do 2 me, or the way they think it is OK 2 do it in the first place. Interesting that Paula and her step up Comcast Cable office is having such an interesting set of bizarre experiences. I do not C the Paula Junior blue car, the area has been taped off and closed 4 a while, and just a day or 2 ago, there was a fire there, or something, as I saw the fire trucks and police all converging right there as I was driving from the house down 13th Street heading 4 the quite world famous now White Horse Pike, that has sort of ‘1997-trapped’ me worse than Scylla has. How can any of UB a skeptic and think this story is either made up or out of the mind of a deranged and deluded whack job? Hay, I have some marbles loose and some screws that could most likely b tightened up a bit, but would any, I said ANY of U out there have survived one year, one month, one week, of the 23 year hell that I have, BRO?
END OF THIS BLOG, BR.
LIFE JOURNAL MARK MOHR BLOG 14, BRO
August 9, 2009
“LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR #14”
8:18 AM on Sunday, August 9th, 2K9
START OF BLOG:
Well nothing new is happening, not new 2 me, all though a scriptural group of so-called truths absolutely DO NOT apply 2 me and never ever have, one being reap and sow and the other being nothing can ever happen 2 anyone here that is totally uncommon 2 man, and well, if my life does not qualify as beyond mankind and what commonly can befall hi or her, well, just freaking tell me then please somebody, what the high water hell does, BRO????????? So if one person proves lies R in the bible, does that nullify the entire religious system, and is that Y , as the ancient Hebrew authorities in the days of my ancestor would put it so eloquently, it is better 4 one man 2 die than 4 the nation 2B destroyed. UCI do not adfreakinghere 2 this and never have. I place value on any life with no respect of the following giving one more right 2 exist and live on the Earth’s waking world than anyone else, and these things being, money and fame and power, as well as, and semi-quoting the great exploratron, Mrs. Marola of 1969, majority over minority, citing my winning lottery number example and always will, as none of U out there can dispute its logic and neither can the mighty Julia White or any other advanced traveling ES or Exploratronic Supermind. We can always get back 2 both this and Jim Rockford’s early 1970’s beat up, later on, but 4 right now we’ll press forward ass time is not on my side and I need 2 try and get some freaking sleep, BRO.
Gina my Gina, where RU my lovely queen of the nineties nights? TOLD U, ya giant exquisite arm breaker, PHILLIES LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING, JUST AS I SAID, AND THE DOW JONES, AND THE STOCK MARKETS GAINING AND GAINING AND GAINING AND GAINING, JUST AS I PREDICTED AND TOLD ALL OF U WOULD INDEED B THE FREAKING CASE, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Friday was a FULL EVIL EMPIRE, the entire week was quite bad, the markets flew as they do every week, it has gained nearly 3,000 points in less than three fourths of a year, from mid 65’s to mid 93’s. The PHILLIES R LOSING A STRING OF GAME AFTER GAME AFTER GAME, and there is one FULL EVIL EMPIRE AFTER ANOTHER. THINGS R VERY VERY VERY FUCPING BAD. I believe the plan now is 2 either kill me or get me put into jail. Let me elaborate and tell U all what is going down, wand what my motherfucping counter plan is as no choice exists in the freaking matter any longer, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As U all should know, in 2006 somewhere, I began a blog on the website of http://www.blogger.com/ and learned how 2 go 2 a public local library and begin a blog 2 tell my life story, from a coworker and fellow security officer by the name of Christopher Bennett. Shortly thereafter, and while having lots of trouble, as well as being huge time hacked by low flying military scumbag aircraft directly over the fucping library, in total violation of my CIVIL RIGHTS, MY HUMAN RIGHTS, AND MY CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, BRA,!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Along came Ed Himacane, a nickname, the gods hellllllp me, huh Rose Shake? I’ll tell U, Jimmy tires and all, the symbols around me R screaming at 15 bells of sound pressure level, I am beyond deafened, how can U all B so tuned fucping out 2 all of this, how?????????????????? In the name of all that is unholy, holy, and in-between, please, just freaking tell this poor pathetic impiciles HOW!!!!!!!!?????TANKS!!!!!!! Anifreakingwho, lads, lassies, and Labrador Retrievers that speak human or dog and we will get back 2 this soon Jimmy Rock, Ed was always in the library, using his laptop and some NERO program that removes the EW macro vision that defeats their copying guard-protections, and making and downloading movies and music, but especially music. He was totally freaking obsesses with downloading every piece of country music ever written. I told him one day, UR supposed 2B a tomorrow dude, geek of geeks, mister computer man, inventor of things like stereo television long B4 it ever came out along with other things that he put together in this younger days, yet it does not jive up 2 me then YU need 2 have anything. It all is always out THERE in the CYBE. U wanna freaking hear Patsy Cline or red headed dish Reba Mack, go up and push a button, and your home theatre has it like the bitches R back alive and singing 2U right ion your damn living room, pretty good 4 this dark age circa. We need not take that any freaking further, right? He told me that he wanted 2 design a website 4 me so that my message that I was attempting 2 get out 2 the world would have a better chance, but he was not an expert in this and was definitely not some great webmaster, which was what I really needed, but he talked me into agreeing at a price 4 him 2 do it and we mutually arrived at a buck fifty, and he did it, and it was called, http://www.morianity-foundation.com/ and U all should know about this as well, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Long story short, Eddie never told me he was on Meagan’s Law 4 being a convicted child sex offender. Also he was living in a rooming house down the road from the town’s local library, owned by our own slumlord and pal, Judge Frank Raso. Now his upstairs neighbors, both them as well as Eddie being relatively new 2 the building, he had come from the Ancora Veteran’s Haven in Winslow a few miles 2 the west, and Dawn and Ann King had come from either Atlantic city or I believe some other place in Hammonton that Dawn and Chicky tore apart in a bad fight that they had and were all thrown out of. None of these seemingly isolated and random events were unconnected by cosmic forces, this is how advanced “MOGOSP” ® systems R programmed 2 operate, and super advanced travelers with these programs and machines powerful; enough 2 run them, needing peta-bytes, so forget it yet, and all of these seemingly impossible ranting episodes of Mountainpen R all indeed within the totally believable realm and spectrum of sanity and reality, so screw the psychiatric world that calls me a paranoid delusional skitsofrenik with grandeeos delusions. How I fucping only wish this was the truth, BRO. I would seek the medical help that I supposedly need and B medicated and counseled and within a year or so, get 2 freaking live a totally And perfectly normal life, which is all I would really freaking like 2 do anyway, BR. Now pressing on a bit further, we go 2 this.
I am beyond flabbergasted that the street and the evil empire did not semi short term collapse when I told the world that I finally have gotten onto TIMELESS SATELLIANS being in fact one and the same thing as THAT FAMILY OF 1970. This totally Elmer Fudd Wabbit Whaaaaaaa BWOWS MY MWIND, BWA!!!!!!!!!!!! But no prob yo, because now as Jack McCoy would so adequately put it on the TV show Law & Order, it has all been taken out of my hands players. Now it is MAURY POVICH TIME, Howdy freaking Doody. If I am made 2B the laughing stock of the pwanet Elmer, then so B it, but if not, well, need I say a lot more Mister George Strait? CI am used 2 being mocked and scoffed at, but when I prove this MAYAN thing, and how that family has literally kidnapped my life and commandeered it 4 their sick and sinister evil purposes, shirt will fly without fans, and this world will spin off into a new orbit, straight 4 hell. If U think out there in CYBE, that I am goanna mother fucping just sit here and surrender and give up my life 4 all these diseased WOMO-TAWFITE SCUMSLEAZEDISEASES, then U all got another thought coming your way at C squared, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway moving ahead, 3 days ago or 4 or whatever, Ed was taken out of his trailer in handcuffs and led away 2 jail. I do not know exactly all of the details and I weelwee don’t freaking wanna know either. Roger Carey and I were supposed 2 meet at the tobacco shop on the 18th of August. Rog, now I am going 2B in court, so ‘SOMEONE OR SOMETHING’ knew about our deal and the exact date, I did not say boo, so pweeeeeze don’t mix me up with your cuz’s backup vox peeps, I said nothing, somehow one of the mighty SHATNER entities obviously found out and screwed with us, so I will not B there, leave another not buddy 4 another time later on in the month, BRO. Ann wants 2B there the day he goes up B4 the judge, and that is Karge day, or a Karge-12th, U know about this RC. My daughter played a terrible joke on me, and her system collapsed and she laughed and thought it was funny, and then told me that she would tell me how this E-Bay system of hers works.
If Morianity Project is a symbol of future DNA proofs, I wonder if Pwanet Earth is ready 4 a shake up the size of a Richter 14 quake. Also if MP denies my request, well, then that as usual, also speaks 4 itself. Here is your chance 2B Oprah’s replacement bud, can U freaking handle it?
Both my parents came 2 me a few nights ago and we were sitting at one of my dad’s bright green diner booths in Akoslem city, the capitol city of Ricktown on the Astral Plane, and I told my dad that his bourbon wing days at the Ricktown Manor were forever over, unless the bastard coughed up a really super powerful roulette system 4 me that would not collapse when as new botulism Dow Jones curve would pop up each freaking time,. And also as well, not screw up and lose during what I call the 2 hour weekly waterloo. Out of the 168 hours in the week, the hours between 6 and 8 in the moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, on Saturday morning’s R impossible 2 win times 4 me, and only a system that will win 4 me during my waterloo 2hour time will IB willing 2 accept, otherwise, take your shirt and get the hell out of my Bourbon Wing at the manor. Well, I think he gave me a knock out thing that even my mighty youngest gene-daut from Julia White’s cream-freezer-saver used the second time 2 impregnate herself, count not manage 2 give me. I knew there was a reason Y she made me fucping totally forget that I ever took that August 1968 trip up to 175 Peninsula drive, Babylon, Long Island, New York, there was no way I just totally forgot this all these years and then suddenly remembered it in 2009, like POOF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lots of New Jersey State Police troopers R protecting me this weekend, I am seeing an extreme abundance of trooper cars passing my job site, PTL, Pat R. Well, maybe ol’ freaking Pat is fucping hacking out my hurricanes, as 4 basically three years now, something is totally hacking the power of my Magnetic Gloria Sound Machine. I will never know Y some enemies R so susceptible 2 its punitation sequencing control, while others can breeze by endlessly unscaved by it at all, it weelwee bwows my tiny fweaking mind wabbit, whaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!! Oh the fucping shirt I could say if I ever felt totally safe and protected enough, but these bastard scum can hurt me in Elizabeth Montgomery endless possible ways, huh Darren Bewitched Stevens???????????????????????????
END OF THE BLOG, but so freaking much more is yet 2 freaking cum, JW!!!!!!!!!!
8:18 AM on Sunday, August 9th, 2K9
START OF BLOG:
Well nothing new is happening, not new 2 me, all though a scriptural group of so-called truths absolutely DO NOT apply 2 me and never ever have, one being reap and sow and the other being nothing can ever happen 2 anyone here that is totally uncommon 2 man, and well, if my life does not qualify as beyond mankind and what commonly can befall hi or her, well, just freaking tell me then please somebody, what the high water hell does, BRO????????? So if one person proves lies R in the bible, does that nullify the entire religious system, and is that Y , as the ancient Hebrew authorities in the days of my ancestor would put it so eloquently, it is better 4 one man 2 die than 4 the nation 2B destroyed. UCI do not adfreakinghere 2 this and never have. I place value on any life with no respect of the following giving one more right 2 exist and live on the Earth’s waking world than anyone else, and these things being, money and fame and power, as well as, and semi-quoting the great exploratron, Mrs. Marola of 1969, majority over minority, citing my winning lottery number example and always will, as none of U out there can dispute its logic and neither can the mighty Julia White or any other advanced traveling ES or Exploratronic Supermind. We can always get back 2 both this and Jim Rockford’s early 1970’s beat up, later on, but 4 right now we’ll press forward ass time is not on my side and I need 2 try and get some freaking sleep, BRO.
Gina my Gina, where RU my lovely queen of the nineties nights? TOLD U, ya giant exquisite arm breaker, PHILLIES LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING, JUST AS I SAID, AND THE DOW JONES, AND THE STOCK MARKETS GAINING AND GAINING AND GAINING AND GAINING, JUST AS I PREDICTED AND TOLD ALL OF U WOULD INDEED B THE FREAKING CASE, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Friday was a FULL EVIL EMPIRE, the entire week was quite bad, the markets flew as they do every week, it has gained nearly 3,000 points in less than three fourths of a year, from mid 65’s to mid 93’s. The PHILLIES R LOSING A STRING OF GAME AFTER GAME AFTER GAME, and there is one FULL EVIL EMPIRE AFTER ANOTHER. THINGS R VERY VERY VERY FUCPING BAD. I believe the plan now is 2 either kill me or get me put into jail. Let me elaborate and tell U all what is going down, wand what my motherfucping counter plan is as no choice exists in the freaking matter any longer, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As U all should know, in 2006 somewhere, I began a blog on the website of http://www.blogger.com/ and learned how 2 go 2 a public local library and begin a blog 2 tell my life story, from a coworker and fellow security officer by the name of Christopher Bennett. Shortly thereafter, and while having lots of trouble, as well as being huge time hacked by low flying military scumbag aircraft directly over the fucping library, in total violation of my CIVIL RIGHTS, MY HUMAN RIGHTS, AND MY CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, BRA,!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Along came Ed Himacane, a nickname, the gods hellllllp me, huh Rose Shake? I’ll tell U, Jimmy tires and all, the symbols around me R screaming at 15 bells of sound pressure level, I am beyond deafened, how can U all B so tuned fucping out 2 all of this, how?????????????????? In the name of all that is unholy, holy, and in-between, please, just freaking tell this poor pathetic impiciles HOW!!!!!!!!?????TANKS!!!!!!! Anifreakingwho, lads, lassies, and Labrador Retrievers that speak human or dog and we will get back 2 this soon Jimmy Rock, Ed was always in the library, using his laptop and some NERO program that removes the EW macro vision that defeats their copying guard-protections, and making and downloading movies and music, but especially music. He was totally freaking obsesses with downloading every piece of country music ever written. I told him one day, UR supposed 2B a tomorrow dude, geek of geeks, mister computer man, inventor of things like stereo television long B4 it ever came out along with other things that he put together in this younger days, yet it does not jive up 2 me then YU need 2 have anything. It all is always out THERE in the CYBE. U wanna freaking hear Patsy Cline or red headed dish Reba Mack, go up and push a button, and your home theatre has it like the bitches R back alive and singing 2U right ion your damn living room, pretty good 4 this dark age circa. We need not take that any freaking further, right? He told me that he wanted 2 design a website 4 me so that my message that I was attempting 2 get out 2 the world would have a better chance, but he was not an expert in this and was definitely not some great webmaster, which was what I really needed, but he talked me into agreeing at a price 4 him 2 do it and we mutually arrived at a buck fifty, and he did it, and it was called, http://www.morianity-foundation.com/ and U all should know about this as well, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Long story short, Eddie never told me he was on Meagan’s Law 4 being a convicted child sex offender. Also he was living in a rooming house down the road from the town’s local library, owned by our own slumlord and pal, Judge Frank Raso. Now his upstairs neighbors, both them as well as Eddie being relatively new 2 the building, he had come from the Ancora Veteran’s Haven in Winslow a few miles 2 the west, and Dawn and Ann King had come from either Atlantic city or I believe some other place in Hammonton that Dawn and Chicky tore apart in a bad fight that they had and were all thrown out of. None of these seemingly isolated and random events were unconnected by cosmic forces, this is how advanced “MOGOSP” ® systems R programmed 2 operate, and super advanced travelers with these programs and machines powerful; enough 2 run them, needing peta-bytes, so forget it yet, and all of these seemingly impossible ranting episodes of Mountainpen R all indeed within the totally believable realm and spectrum of sanity and reality, so screw the psychiatric world that calls me a paranoid delusional skitsofrenik with grandeeos delusions. How I fucping only wish this was the truth, BRO. I would seek the medical help that I supposedly need and B medicated and counseled and within a year or so, get 2 freaking live a totally And perfectly normal life, which is all I would really freaking like 2 do anyway, BR. Now pressing on a bit further, we go 2 this.
I am beyond flabbergasted that the street and the evil empire did not semi short term collapse when I told the world that I finally have gotten onto TIMELESS SATELLIANS being in fact one and the same thing as THAT FAMILY OF 1970. This totally Elmer Fudd Wabbit Whaaaaaaa BWOWS MY MWIND, BWA!!!!!!!!!!!! But no prob yo, because now as Jack McCoy would so adequately put it on the TV show Law & Order, it has all been taken out of my hands players. Now it is MAURY POVICH TIME, Howdy freaking Doody. If I am made 2B the laughing stock of the pwanet Elmer, then so B it, but if not, well, need I say a lot more Mister George Strait? CI am used 2 being mocked and scoffed at, but when I prove this MAYAN thing, and how that family has literally kidnapped my life and commandeered it 4 their sick and sinister evil purposes, shirt will fly without fans, and this world will spin off into a new orbit, straight 4 hell. If U think out there in CYBE, that I am goanna mother fucping just sit here and surrender and give up my life 4 all these diseased WOMO-TAWFITE SCUMSLEAZEDISEASES, then U all got another thought coming your way at C squared, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway moving ahead, 3 days ago or 4 or whatever, Ed was taken out of his trailer in handcuffs and led away 2 jail. I do not know exactly all of the details and I weelwee don’t freaking wanna know either. Roger Carey and I were supposed 2 meet at the tobacco shop on the 18th of August. Rog, now I am going 2B in court, so ‘SOMEONE OR SOMETHING’ knew about our deal and the exact date, I did not say boo, so pweeeeeze don’t mix me up with your cuz’s backup vox peeps, I said nothing, somehow one of the mighty SHATNER entities obviously found out and screwed with us, so I will not B there, leave another not buddy 4 another time later on in the month, BRO. Ann wants 2B there the day he goes up B4 the judge, and that is Karge day, or a Karge-12th, U know about this RC. My daughter played a terrible joke on me, and her system collapsed and she laughed and thought it was funny, and then told me that she would tell me how this E-Bay system of hers works.
If Morianity Project is a symbol of future DNA proofs, I wonder if Pwanet Earth is ready 4 a shake up the size of a Richter 14 quake. Also if MP denies my request, well, then that as usual, also speaks 4 itself. Here is your chance 2B Oprah’s replacement bud, can U freaking handle it?
Both my parents came 2 me a few nights ago and we were sitting at one of my dad’s bright green diner booths in Akoslem city, the capitol city of Ricktown on the Astral Plane, and I told my dad that his bourbon wing days at the Ricktown Manor were forever over, unless the bastard coughed up a really super powerful roulette system 4 me that would not collapse when as new botulism Dow Jones curve would pop up each freaking time,. And also as well, not screw up and lose during what I call the 2 hour weekly waterloo. Out of the 168 hours in the week, the hours between 6 and 8 in the moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, on Saturday morning’s R impossible 2 win times 4 me, and only a system that will win 4 me during my waterloo 2hour time will IB willing 2 accept, otherwise, take your shirt and get the hell out of my Bourbon Wing at the manor. Well, I think he gave me a knock out thing that even my mighty youngest gene-daut from Julia White’s cream-freezer-saver used the second time 2 impregnate herself, count not manage 2 give me. I knew there was a reason Y she made me fucping totally forget that I ever took that August 1968 trip up to 175 Peninsula drive, Babylon, Long Island, New York, there was no way I just totally forgot this all these years and then suddenly remembered it in 2009, like POOF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lots of New Jersey State Police troopers R protecting me this weekend, I am seeing an extreme abundance of trooper cars passing my job site, PTL, Pat R. Well, maybe ol’ freaking Pat is fucping hacking out my hurricanes, as 4 basically three years now, something is totally hacking the power of my Magnetic Gloria Sound Machine. I will never know Y some enemies R so susceptible 2 its punitation sequencing control, while others can breeze by endlessly unscaved by it at all, it weelwee bwows my tiny fweaking mind wabbit, whaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!! Oh the fucping shirt I could say if I ever felt totally safe and protected enough, but these bastard scum can hurt me in Elizabeth Montgomery endless possible ways, huh Darren Bewitched Stevens???????????????????????????
END OF THE BLOG, but so freaking much more is yet 2 freaking cum, JW!!!!!!!!!!
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