PRIVATE
LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR AND FINAL OF THE SERIES OF THE
PRIVATE LIFE JOURNAL. THIS IS AAAO. THERE WILL NOT BE AN AAAP, and
maybe that is a wild new piece of major symbolism, as for me; there
is also no more freaking AARP, AHA-AHA-AHA Mike McNulty; my old
school chum-bum from seventy-one. As I was typing this, Bob McDowell
of the Federal Communications Commission, (FCC); I got an error box
from Norton that was repairing something, and this never popped up
ever before while typing a document on my 'Open-Office 3.1 system.
This occurred about eighteen minutes past four this morning on
12/20/2013, sir, and old school pal!!!!!!!!
DECEMBER
20, 2013,
PRE-DAWN
FRIDAY MORNING AT 4:20
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 63 DEGREES FNHT.
WEATHER
PREDICTION, HIGH OF 84, MOSTLY CLEAR
So
indeed folks, just where have all of the
TRUTH-PATRIOTS
all
gone to, and when will any of us ever learn
anything??????????????????????????? Maybe after Peter, Paul, and Mary
and Potpuff pet dragon, all blow away in the next wind storm, huh,
Pam Bondi, mahm!
MARK
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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? But the hell with Dave's great
cousin, although I did enjoy all the babes on his cool show, “Style
Court”, some years back; while living just east of Hammonton, New
Jersey, in Mullica township, along the White Horse Pike. Neither he
or his boss at the Constable Office in Pennsylvania, wanted to touch
my information about how I totally know that DAVID CHARLES ROTH was
slowly poisoned to death at a diner, each time he would order his
coffee and then hit the can, giving Mister Schau a perfect
opportunity to slowly put speck amounts of fucking arsenic poisoning
into his cup. I know this, and I would swear in court that it makes
utter total sense to me and could give very impressive details, but
no, I will not perjure myself and say “I know that I know”, as if
it is from Goddess Herself. But the pool is a way more interwesting
story, as this is where I met the step father of the greatest
recording diva in the world, who told me he was a cousin, but the
photo that pops up on a Google Bio tells me otherwise. He only came
there because his friends had told him there was a dude there who
could self propel through water, me. This is a real can of worms that
we need not get further into, unless I cannot get my Medicaid bennies
restored either tomorrow or Monday. That is my deadline. Tuesday,
Christmas Eve fucking day, I produce a wild Christmas present for the
world, otherwise, the paperwork that has been photographed and is
ready to be posted to my no longer private journals so welcome back
MORIANITY and the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, FOLKS AND PEEPS AND L-4. I
thought peeps were not reading me, they were all tricking me, all the
great business owners and top movers and shakers, with one fucking
ass parlor trick after another. I may not be a big popular blog, but
there is a growth potential, and so I wait and hope for a future
where this just may eventually work its way into my reality, and if
not, then it doesn't. Still, you all need to hear something this
really great engineer showed me after I showed him I indeed could
have power over gravity. He called it Gravigain Hypertronic Action. I
have since shortened this to GHA, by Roy Carey. This is his great
invention, and no one needs to know one thing until I download the
blueprints. He never wanted to patent it, and told me if I want to
build a model and do something with it, to go ahead. He knew I was
interested in this technology, and all he wanted in exchange was
information on MIND-GRAVITY, and I gave it to him. I warned him to
use it only in a certain way. I am hoping he did not misuse this, as
doing so has a definite Madam Curie consequence or some similar such
costly penalty. Doing the wrong thing with this for about seven
years, and basically, we hear the angels begin to sing, to quote
Randy and Jim from the summer fucking time of 1975 after a close
encounter traffic fatality!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have said way way
way too much for right now, lovely INGRID-84.
Eventually
nuclear fusion will produce the same amount of energy with the same
extremely cheap cost and zero pollution effect, but don't let anyone
from the great Professor Asia Kaku to Lord Hawking fool you, folks,
that is a few decades away and meanwhile we live with fission, the
total opposite of fusion, atomically, and a very unfriendly way to
run an energy airline in any sort of a long run operation. So to pick
up the slack, I asked him why a man who resided a dozen blocks from
the United States patent Office, would not try and patent such a
marvel. He told me that they refuse to patent anything at all that
causes energy to just pop into existence out of nowhere, as they are
tired of having to work as go-betweens and liaisons, having
mysterious peeps meet inventors in sub basement parking lots with
heavy suitcases filled with hundred dollar bills and a bunch of
contracts signing all rights over to the payee, and then, it sits on
their corporation secret hidden shelf for decades until the oil
supplies run out or nearly out, or fusion becomes applied and used as
the new supplier of energy in this and other top power nations. This
is the way of the world, to quote the cool dude who did things too
horrible to talk about to a two year old baby toddler, while coming
up with the coolest invention on the planet. He said he never told
his family or even his few really close buddies, anything about this.
One day at Haddonwood, in 1995, he handed me at the hot tub area, a
large package, looking like a huge manilla envelope only it was hard
and almost like a thin cardboard material. Inside of it were two
books from a Washington Heights, New York Library, that someday I'll
return anonymously, if I am ever in that area, looking up my peeps;
the Gottwald, Myers, or Huntington clan; those who stayed in the area
of the great Woody Guthrie Island. In these books, were a total of 29
sheets of blueprints. Now this is 1995, light-bulb 3.1 hacker scum.
He already designed the three-D laser, and has an entire detailed
mechanical drawing for creating a large model one that will build the
unit. There are three sizes of this unit, small, medium, and large.
Small is for house and car operations. Large is for city operations.
The medium size units have numerous other practical purposes, we need
not get all into right now tonight. I still have the blueprints and
books, the made it down here to Florida with me. He may have been a
crumb to the greatest pop diva on the planet, and this is none of my
mother fucking business at all, but I feel she would be very proud of
him regarding this, and for letting me have soul property transfer of
this, also included in the briefcase that he handed to me that day at
Haddonwood Swim Club. This may very well help all of humanity to keep
going during an in-between time where without this powerful
incredible invention, things could possibly take an entirely
different short term turn, back almost into the dark ages for a
hundred years or so. I will always give him the credit for his
invention, the Gravigain Hypertronic energy unit. I was not ever
going to discuss this, and in fact someday from foreign soil when my
disability converts to plain social security benefits that we all get
after the age of 65; I was planning to have this constructed from
South America, and slowly create my own country. But since 1995, my
goals towards making big money as well as capitalism in general, went
quite a number of light years south, and I will not do any such
thing. I will merely make the energy, and pipe it out to the
stations, and those that want it can link into it and go online and
pay me a fair price for kilowatt hours sold to them. Actually within
a few years or so, billion of kilowatt hours. In any case, shortly
after I turn 65, on December fourth in twenty-nineteen, other things
will follow as well. It is time to get a lot of fucking shit out in
the open, and it will be put out in the open, because this is totally
fucking ridiculous to go on like this. While I was partners with Paul
Pedersen, we discussed similar machines, and one day, a friend of his
put me onto another friend, only not of his, and to this day unless
he is reading this and this is ever brought to his attention, he
will be ignorant of this situation right up tot he day that he dies.
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This
compensates for yet another mother fucking dirty rotten attack of
ones with PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, brought to me by, who else, but MISS
BITCH, JANE SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE??????????????????????
Don't
die on me from sheer excitement, Mister Danza, AO, OA, you know, that
great cool New York street talk. Give me a break at sub zero, sub
light, and subway hoagies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!
So
tell me you genius gurus out here, for someone who goes out of their
way a trillion mother fucking ways back from Sunday every single day,
NOT TO SEE ONES, why then does this happen, and has this successfully
happened for 15 years now, shortly after Jane's monstrous attack on
me with that clock shit at the Atlanta, Georgia Braves Baseball Park
in 1993? WHY? The only plausible explanation is that gods are playing
a major game, and have the power to constantly influence anyone any
time to do literally anything. To carry off all this horrible fucking
shit, they need to use us, their doppelgangers in human hyperspace.
All the shit that Morianity used to preach before it closed its books
forever, TOLD AND EXPLAINED ALL THIS 100%, and if anyone out here
knows better, or thinks that they can disprove me, Clarence 1998
Harris, well,
then
I say,
bring
it, bring it, bring it, bring it!
I
will fight the good fight, with all Paul's, all Paula's, and all
anyone else's, and wish so bad to be proven wrong and given a real
down to Earth way of seeing all this shit with me. The problem is
that no one can prove me wrong, it has been tried over and over by
lots of great peeps who just could not stand it and gave up and then
distanced themselves from me out of pure fear. I cannot blame them.
Who else talks to Lightning? Who else can make the weather change or
start horrific earth surface disturbances any time they so choose to
do? I
have no fucking energy left for 'any
of that stuff' any more,
so cut me a break, please, oh great 1985 Margie Leo. Thank you girl!
Life
sucks, BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks,
this ends my PRIVATE LIFE JOURNAL, and back to blogging I go,and here
is the reason.
I
am being read, and sometimes Google, as they do with Youtube
Accounts, do not update counts for 48 hiurs or more, after your total
PV or PH are in the four and five digit amounts, depending on if it
is not a viral hitting item, then they try to keep the count in real
time a lot better. So all of a sudden, it kept appearing that days
went by and no one was caring about my story, and this saddened me.
Now I know they do care at least enough to keep viewing my shit.
Thank you for being a loyal viewing audience, good folks. The next
upload will return things back to BLOGS. Nighty-night folks.
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