NOVEMBER
19, 2013,
TUESDAY
MORNING AT 1:55
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 73 DEGREES FNHT.
TITLE
OF THIS SERIES OF BLOGS:-------
“THE
MAGIC TOOL THAT CAN PREDICT DOW JONES
PRICES WITH 80%+ ACCURACY, ENDLESSLY, AND IS MY
PERSECUTION, IN THE UNITED STATES; SINCE THIS BEGAN
IN 1986”
“HORRIBLE
FUCKING BOTBAR DAY, AGAIN”
I'm
very sorry folks; it's never really my intention to cause any
suffering to innocent people. I ONLY WISH THE MOTHER
FUCKING SCUMBAG WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE FELT THE SAME WAY ABOUT
ME, BUT THAT IS NOT “SMITH BLACKBOARD 1971 HADDONFIELD NEW JERSEY
ZENKISS REALITY”, NOW IS IT???
The
Copyright Examiners
have the 1988 conversation, where I am talking quite heatedly to my
friend David Roth, and my mother as well; in a home on Central
Avenue, in Moorestown, New Jersey. The subject was indeed
the STOCK MARKET. Now I am speaking to a group I used to call,
MY MORIANS. Now I am merely speaking to
anyone who wishes to listen to me, and am totally and completely
finished in the pursuit of twisting any arms with my ten year old
strength, IF THAT!!! Still, let us discuss the market (DOW
JONES), and then, my horrible fucking BOTBAR DAY,
MONDAY, YESTERDAY. If not in the mood to cry a little bit, you may
always hit two little keys, HOME, and NEXT-BLOG! Hopefully, you will
read on, handkerchief in hand, kind people. Thank you so much.
To
function back in the days when this world was transitioning into a
totally different animal than ever before, and those too young to
know this, simply don't, but it takes a lot of money and flowing
readily available liquid capital. This fact does not change because
it is printed on one days' blog, and then another days' blog, it is
as immortal as the gods, and we are, the gods, in a lower form while
awake in dreaming hyperspace interaction or DHI for shorter future
reference should I desire to use this abbreviation later on down the
pike, Captain Christopher-Trek!
The
fucking nightmare that I am in, is worse than the combined torture of
the Holocaust. I don't care who hates me for saying this, or how
much. They are not able to recognize that when
a person is as aware and awake, while inside of this DHI,
as am I; the
level of intensity to things that other folks would pass right by as
if it was all worthless scooped up dog-shit; is about a million times
greater, and if you choose to believe or disbelieve claims such as
this made by me, Mountainpen (Mark Wayne Mohr), THEN THAT IS ENTIRELY
YOUR RIGHT, AND YOUR BUSINESS. But I still am indeed making these
claims, and thus when I tell you how horrible this shit all is, I
will speak to you from my vantage point, and from my heart, fully
realizing that avast majority may totally hate what I say, and or
think I am nuts as a sack of energy roasted salted almonds, at light
speed squared. You may choose to remove the salt, and even not to
roast, but it will be energy almonds, if they are at C-SQ, in or out
of Princeton University!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We
were but ten and now we're old, and lovely babbling brooks are grown
and on their own,Margie Leo, yeah sweetie, give me and my wild
imagination a total break, or cut us one, back in 1985 at Caldor-113,
WO! People must take me for the world's biggest fucking idiot, huh
Joan Lapplane? You were right all along, maybe, effortless withdraws
all notwithstanding, Electron-Lifeguard-1995, I just may well be the
BIGGEST FOOL IN THE WHOLE DAM POOL, all along, after-all, I let some
powerful fucking shit all get past me at this place, and at this time
in my life, huh Style Court Cousins?
Here
is the most recent stock market chart,
good followers of Mountainpen and his blogs, no dogs, Walter War
Coward, I know everything about everybody; and why they
even think there is a closet for any of them,
is absurd times ten to the power of nine and a quarter fucking
million!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
BY
PERSECUTING ME WITH NEVER ENDING VARIOUS HARASSMENTS, ALL OF THESE
WOMO-MILITUFORCE MONSTERS, CAN ENDLESSLY KEEP THE DOW JONES TICKING
UP! If
someone teamed up with me; we
could all be multi-billionaires.
As of yet, nobody believes me, and this is the hidden gold in the
attic of a homeowner who never will reap the benefit of the secret
in his house; and will die broke, working hard all his life; when it
did not have to be that way. Thank the great
state of Missouri
and their great Disbelievers Club, for this; my friends!!
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NOW
HERE IS ALL YOU HAVE TO DO FOLKS. CLICK BELOW ON THE WORD ''DOW'', IT
IS IN blue font, just to the left of a GREEN
ARROW POINTING UPWARD.
Now,
simply click on the bullet area after the DOW JONES CHART comes up,
that will show you a three month chart, it
shows this as ''3m''.
Dow Jones Industrial Average (^DJI)
My
day was mother fucking horrendous, good folks. I went to sleep around
5 in the morning and woke up to my butt-wipe neighbor making a lot of
noise at eight in the morning, he loves to play video games on his
system, and it makes some really wild sounds, which after 9 in the
morning, or before 11 at night, would be one thing, but when he feels
like it, the clock is as meaningless to him as it would be if he had
control over LAWTRONICS ITSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEIT. I
covered my head with pillows and inserted ear plugs, and went back to
sleep to try and restart the day on a better fucking note. It
DIDN'T MOTHER FUCKING WORK, GOOD PEOPLE,
NOT ONE LOUSY LITTLE BIT; so
go ahead and laugh at me Mike McNulty,
if you so choose to do, old private-school chum from 42 years ago,
“AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”.
So
I fall back to sleep and at half past ten, I awaken with a major
nature call to piss. I had not remembered to walk over an extension
chord that let me place one of my two fans closer to me for both
cooling and anti-noise effects, a few hours back, and when I tripped
on it, I knocked out the large square brown 6 outlet extension that
is plugged into where my entire computer and system is plugged in at
with the brick. This set the tone for the rest of the day which was
in no mother fucking way going to be anything but horrendous for
mother fucking poor little cunt eating pathetic me. All you need to
do if you read this before half past nine on the date of the
nineteenth of November, is see the above chart for the DOW
JONES STOCK MARKET AVERAGES,
and a child can see why all hell was being placed against me from the
mother fucking swing bat get-go, YO YO YO!
Now
after I tripped on this wire and knocked out the system, I plugged it
all back into the wall, but everything was dead, nothing would go on.
I checked everything. I mean fucking everything. After nearly an hour
of ball busting unpleasant labor trying to get to the fucking bottom
of the problem that destroyed my nights' sleep, once and for fucking
all; I realized that the shit that was not working all plugged into
one of the outlets on the computer brick, that appeared to no longer
have a green signal lit up, hence no power to the strip was going to
flow no matter what setting I flipped any switch to. But here is what
I do not understand, and could not get an answer that was anywhere
near to my fucking satisfaction, by the Staples Employee here in
town, while I was there buying a new multiple strip outlet surge
protection unit. If this is plugged into the brick, and the brick is
green light on and operating perfectly, why did a failure happen down
the line further? This does not make sense to me. But then nothing in
my cock sucking life ever really does, does it, my wonderful friends
out here????????????????????????
Now
if you think we have even begun with this horrible fucking day,
please, please, please, THINK
AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
outlet strip I bought was no good, a defective store unit, I had to
pick the one bad one in the entire shipment into fucking Staples. I
came home with it and nothing worked, and the green light would not
come on, and I was ready to fucking hit the fucking moon with my
thick prick. I mean, I
was rancid and torrid hot, SQUARED, folks!!!!
I
have a powerful fucking feeling that I am going to be mother fucking
physically dead very shortly. Ask me if I could be any mother fucking
bit happier about that, kind
reader-people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JANE
FUCKING WHORE FONDA JUST PUT THE CHEW UP MY ASS NOW WITH PAGE ELEVEN
OF ELEVEN, SO I WILL NEED TO CUNT LAPPING COMPENSATE FOR THIS
ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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PLUS 5555555555, TIMES 55555555, AND DIVIDED BY
555555555555555555555; IS EQUAL TO WHO FRIGGIN' GIVES THREE DAM ASS
SHITS???????????????????
GOOD
RIDDANCE SLEAZE BAG JANE.
NOW
WE CAN GET BACK TO BIZZ FOLKS, AS I SKIP AHEAD WITH FILLER LINES,
INTO PAGE EMMEREFFING TWELVE, AHA AHA AHA MIKE MMCN, SIR!!!!!!!!!
I
had to make two trips out to the store because the item I happened to
buy was the one that was defective. Things are back to normal,
whatever that fucking is, but only after aging about thirteen years
in the process of this monster ass fucking putrid day, YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!
While
out on Monday with an already existing private hell, WOMO of course
had to kick in with their own additional pig shit hell from the
skies, and put some real huge nasty ass CHEMTRAILS all up in the
skies around me. SOSO-WEIN, status quo hell for the fucking pathetic
Mountainpen, YO.
This
is far from the whole day, and I will only hit you with the
highlights from hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't worry, not a nine million
word blog tonight, I have no fucking energy left for 'any
of that stuff',
Mister Bob
Gagnus from Philly,
you puke-head you!!!!!!!!!!! When I went out to buy the replacement
outlet strip, I ran into my Resident Manager and asked her if she
could help me find someone strong who could scrub clean a few things,
as my limited strength cannot get the shit clean. When I had gone the
second time to the Staples Store, she was sitting outside talking to
some residents, while on her smoke-break, and said, go up to your
apartment, this lady here will be up in a half hour. I thanked her
but all this time, I had been asking for this help, which of course
comes with a price, I don't expect any free jobs; but here I am on my
way to find out why I just had paid twenty bucks and this device
would not function properly, and was in a mood fit to be tied with
iron chains with six inch thick links. I was able to get the time
changed, and explained how my day was going, but my point is that all
this time, for a year now, I would mention this to her and offer to
pay one of our powerful big women residents to clean some things that
require heavy duty scrub power, and here on the very time I walk out
to return this item, computer all down and fucked up, an don and on,
POW, she says to me, oh NOW IS THE TIME. This is the way my life
works, but not recently, and not even in Florida, this is the entire
six fucking decades of my life in this nightmare family curse, and
there is no way it can all just be some ridiculous string of bad luck
series of coincidences, just no mother fucking god dam ass way,
BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But wait folks, 'cause there is still some more, YO!!!!!
After
all the hell, and the nasty fucking chemtrail attack on top of it, I
decided on the way home the second time, to treat myself to a Chinese
Food Take-Out. A person can stand just so much mother fucking shit
and monstrous hellishness, and then, you can lose it and go kill some
people, or you can treat yourself to something, so I chose door
number fucking two, and nobody died. Well,
don't get too happy Doctor Garrigan old pal,
as I plan to copy
a few cassettes from the new files on my TALENT-ADDED-TECHNO copy of
my remade 1983 song, GITYA, now “You'll Be Crossing Over”.
They can hope for the best around the world, weather-wise, TEE HEE
HEE. Hay, this is fucking war, and I had to turn my back on my
conscience with al of this decades ago when this all fucking started
assaulting me, Misses Smelliot-Elliot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
when I went to the Chinese Take-Out place, and before that to the
Publix Grocery Store, let me just say that my PUSSY COMMAND was WAY
WAY WAY UP, LOVELY LUSCIOUS INGRID-84!!!!!!!!!!
When
lovely things barely out of their teens come chasing after you at the
age of 59 years; which my birthday is coming up soon on the fucking
fourth; please don't tell me this is not a SUPERNATURAL EXPERIENCE,
as I 'do not flatter myself', OH WISE RELATIVE AUNT; AND GREAT AND
MIGHTY NON-OZ GERALDINE SNOW MASON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
folks, I don't look as fucked up as my photo, my hair is neater in
the back now, and also, the cheap ass photo-bucked or the cheap ass
copy place that took my photo for my blogs when I started blogging
and placed it onto a CD, for internet uploads to media sources such
as Blogger and whatever; made a terrible copy. It begins to resemble
the way I look, when you paste it into your documents and then bring
up a paint program or just that little icon that allows a few
alterations, where if you make my jersey the way it really is, close
to being bright red, then I begin to resemble myself. Originally they
made me look 100 pounds heavier than I am also, so I elongated it
with the other controls. Still, I know I'm just an old ugly slob; so
why do very young beautiful girls keep chasing me; during these
incredibly horrible days, YYYYYYYYYYY. Just explain this rationally
to me, Jimmy Burr from 1984, and US © Office, YYYYYY JIMMY YYYYYY?
MARK
WAYNE MOHR, AND HIS BLOG
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WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOW
FOR THE REAL SERIOUS NIGHTMARE, CALLED MY MAGNETICS, REFLECTED
THROUGH WHAT I HAVE TERMED AND LABELED, MPB OR (MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE
BOTBAR).
I
currently fucking stand at a horrific milf-huffing 31X5 for the year
2013, an all time high number, and remember that this
is like the game of golf peeps, you don't want high numbers.
You are way better off with the lower
ones,
and thus when the DIRT BAG STOCK MARKET, DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY, IS
AT ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS AKA BALL
CRIME DEAD-CHORD CRIES,
MY
NUMBERS IN MPB ARE ALSO FLYING UP INTO THE MOTHER FUCKING
STRATOSPHERE,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! Some dirt bag scum sucking maggot shit brain is
hacking my turd chewing mouse again, old friend from the Federal
Communications Commission, BOB MCDOWELL!!!!
Yes,
the worst that shit was until these past five fucking days, my great
viewers, was a string of 30% for 2013, but the past 5 days have been
jumped up now to fucking cunt eating 31 percent, or as I call it, I
am holding on the year in MPB at 31X5. This means literally that all
year long, THIS VERY TIME, these past 5 days, are the worst that shit
in my fucking life has been, ALL YEAR CUNT EATING LONG, GOOD
PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me or as the late great all
powerful non-oz-relative of mine, and friend of the great Jimmy Dean
Sausage, would put this, near to the Christmas Holidays of 1972, up
in Babylon, New York, on the great island, and I'll quote him,
''PERMIT ME'' to now draw you the chart, not for the entire year, but
for this eleventh hellish fucking month, reminding all of you that
this all began on the cunt chewing twenty-eighth day of last August,
and has not even thought fucking about looking back ever god dam ass
since, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before
I do draw this chart for November 2013, good folks; let me announce
where I am in 'BOTBAR HEAVEN' here, first. For 2013, I AM 31% TIMES
5 MPB. FOR NOVEMBER, 2013, I AM 44% MPB. I ALSO AVERAGE THESE TWO
FIGURES FOR WHAT I CALL THE NEAR TERM YEAR PICTURE, OR THE (NTYP)
ABBREVIATED. THE AVERAGE OF 33 AND 44 ROUNDED OFF, COMES TO MPB-38%,
also an all time high so far for me in 2013. Things are getting
mother fucking worse and worse and worse,
WIRTZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can you and Pam ever lend a
helping hand here, YO?????????
NOVEMBER
MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE BOTBAR FOR THE YEAR OF TWENTY-THIRTEEN*********
NOVEMBER
01-----00
NOVEMBER
02-----00
NOVEMBER
03-----33
NOVEMBER
04-----25
NOVEMBER
05-----20
NOVEMBER
06-----18
NOVEMBER
07-----14
NOVEMBER
08-----25
NOVEMBER
09-----33
NOVEMBER
10-----30
NOVEMBER
11-----27
NOVEMBER
12-----33
NOVEMBER
13-----38
NOVEMBER
14-----43
NOVEMBER
15-----47----THE RECORD HIGH-HELL!
NOVEMBER
16-----44
NOVEMBER
17-----41
NOVEMBER
18-----44
THIS
TAKES US TO THE PRESENT TIME WHERE I CLOSED OUT AT BOTBAR TIMES ONE;
LONG BEFORE THE AFTERNOON WAS EVEN ON MY DIRT BAG ASS HORIZON,
BRRRRRRRRRRRR!
MICROSUCKS
is playing games with me at 4 this morning on 19 November, and I am
not expecting anything but another mother fucking week of botbar
hell, because nobody will listen to me, believe me, or mother fucking
do one dam ass thing to help me, YO YO YO YO YO YO, and THAT
is why I
DON'T FUCKING VOTE IN THIS FUCED UP COUNTRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I do not believe in your rotten system. My persecution is real and
not imagined, AND TRHEHY ALL KNOW IT, and they LAUGH AT ME and just
let me suffer and die, so just don't expect great things said about
you, from me, USA! It won't be coming!!!!!!!!
SATAN
IS REAL, HE IS ALIVE, LIVING ON HAL LINSEY'S PLANET EARTH, AND I
KNOW THE MOTHER FUCKER, AND I KNEW THE MOTHER FUCKER,
and don't anybody tell me I'm crazy, as I have shit you
would not believe,
that backs me all fucking up here, great people,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well
my friends and viewers; I sincerely want to thank all of you for
reading me, and I know one thing; and you don't ever have to confirm
it for me. I know that in some small ways, you know that nobody would
ever do a project like my 8 solid years of blogs; unless there was a
lot more to it than a bunch of insanity and nonsense!!! Those who
would be nuts and crazy enough to do that, are out there, yes; but
locked up in sike wards
where they don't have fucking internet and computer access. All I ask
you is to just ponder and think on this for a few minutes, before you
switch off an d go screw your lover or read that next blog or
whatever, Congressman-75 old pal!!!
I
know that many of you are already using your imaginations that have
taken you to places that even I have not gone as of yet on these
blogs, as even I know that there are lines in the sand, and I do not
plan on crossing over them, not even to get to Grant Avenue to see my
lovely daughter, right Helen, or should I perhaps say, Helen and
Helen, huh Sally Starr, or I could just go back to 1998 and say
George and George and George, and for that matter, just where is he
because lots of peeps have been wondering about this one for ages,
and I lived right next door to this dude some time ago, and THAT,
can be saved for other times, and other really good
girls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
W---O---W!
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
GOD
ALL MIGHTY, ALSO KNOWN AS (AKA)
M---O---N---E---Y,
is the most evil fucking thing in the universe, it makes nice people
rotten, and rotten people become demonic monsters cubed!
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ANYONE
CAN CHECK ME OUT THROUGH DOZENS OF VARIOUS OFFICIAL SOURCES. I MAY
APPEAR TOTALLY FUCKING CRAZY, AND ANGRY, AND WITH VERY GOOD REASONS;
BUT I AM FOR REAL, AND SO ARE ALL MY COCK SUCKING CLAIMS, GOOD PEEPS!
This pasted shit from the US © Office is just one tiny little mother
fucking item, ladies and gents! Take that to the Bank of Toronto, YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!
I
am in a war-game with MIGHTY ASTRAL PLANE GODS,
and always have been, and always will be; because all
time is really one time,
and is a big fat fucking illusion. Now, in
order to distract their awareness, away from the quintessential
hellishness of ENDLESSNESS;
they must do major things that
take their minds endlessly off of this.
Thus if they never ever are dwelling on it, it
can exist, and not be part of their interaction; literally separating
them from HELL!!!
Now I don't expect you to 'GET
THIS';
and am only hoping that you'll keep on fucking reading this. Your
awake brain is working in reverse and thinks endlessness is the
coolest greatest thing imaginable.
All things are reversed by the awake-brain, and if you think about
this truth; you will know I am correct, and that you have absolutely
no legitimate argument to present to me.
If
only some of you nice wonderful folks would click the stuff that I
tell you to click, you wouldn't have to take my word for anything. It
is all up on the internet, BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
People
can theorize, wonder, guess, and make all sorts of logical, as well
as totally illogical deductions; about any possible parameter that
physical life has to offer; from whether it is the right time to ask
a boss for a raise, a pretty girl out on a date; or just if a family
should vacation in Hawaii or the Rocky Mountains, and even who really
gave us all THE INTERNET!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND ALSO,
WHY
DID THEY?
WOW.
GO
WASH YOUR HANDS.
PEOPLE,
THIS IS ONLY GOING TO GET A HELL OF A LOT FUCKING WORSE, TO QUOTE A
ONCE FAMOUS RECORDING ENGINEER WHO DID MANY JOBS FOR MANY FIFTIES
GREAT NUMBER ONE ACTS, MISTER HOWARD SOLOMON OF RPL, BUT THAT WAS
SOME TIME AGO!!!!
Yes,
the book by this name ended two blogs ago, but David told me to do
this for a reason, even though no Earthly reason was there for him
doing this that day in 2011 at the Kingdom Harvest job up at 25th
and Orange, here in good old hot sunny Fort Pierce, Florida,
USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Take
away the family curse, and what is left to ponder about this
thirty-first day of Bostonian weird sports motels, in either
September or October? Oh that's right, only thirty days are in
September, so tell the Chief, Maxwell Smart, for me; ''Sorry about
that''! WHAAAAAAAAAAAA, BUT,
after
AUGUST
28, 2013, THINGS HAVE TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING GONE STRAIGHT TO COCK
SUCKING HELL, AT LIGHT SPEED SQUARED!!!!!!!! Holy Toledo,
Daddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS
IS A TOTAL MIRROR IMAGE OF ANOTHER SUPER MAJOR FUCKING AUGUST
ALTERATION,
as though one day was in one universe, and then BOOM, you suddenly
Walmart find yourself seeing that you're in a totally different
universe, the very next day, and all has changed, and fucking cunt
lapping MATHEMATICS
DOES NOT LIE, NUMBERS DON'T BULLSHIT, UNLIKE HUMAN FUCKING BEINGS,
BRAHHHH!!!!!!
Well,
here is what happened to me today, oh great ATTORNEY
GENERAL
PAM
BONDI OF FLORIDA,
of whose help I desperately am hoping eventually to secure, but alas,
you, CCP-ADA now retired, RON WIRTZ, and so many others, just refuse
to ever get involved in something this gigantic and horrendous, and
in a way I must admit to not blaming any of you. This does not lessen
my hellish sad plight!!!!
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Attorney
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know you are doing your best to watch over me, AG Mizz Bondi, thank
you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County in
New Jersey, Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands
are tied, I am quite sure that you know what I mean. PLEASE
HELP ME, PLEASE!!!!!!!
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