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DECEMBER
29, 2013,
SUNDAY
AFTERNOON AT 2:30
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 80 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”
EVERY
SRINKING DAY IS A NEW ALL TIME
well,
for two straight days, my viewing audience is cut again in half.
First, I lost half shortly after the time I double-techno-popped my
''YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER''
song on August the twenty-fucking-eighth, and now again. A child can
see that my wonderful family, and that of my wonderful awesome
daughter, WAS MOST OF THIS audience all along. Since I have recently
pissed them off, they no longer come up here. But I have had one
thing verified, and now I know that no or few, real 'strangers' are
interested in anything that I ever have to tell or say. Only those
with a vested interest in what I know about them, and they are merely
doing it to keep tabs, as the old expression goes, Mister Neilson.
Patrick Jane's fictional character on that great television show,
''THE MENTALIST'', really gave some fantastic advice and taught some
simple yet huge fucking shit. As he said at the CBI office to his
fucking colleagues one day in the show, ''The most obvious thing is
most likely the truth''. Maybe I shouldn't have quoted, it is more a
paraphrase, but it is a close one.
Florida
Attorney
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I
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!!!!!!!
NOT
ONE FUCKING CUNT EATING SOUL CARES ABOUT ME OR MY HELL, THEY WATCH
AND ENJOY IT AS THEY WOULD A FUCKING SYFY SHOW, SAYING TO EACH OTHER,
''MORE POPCORN YO'', and Happy New Year! 'YRS',ha-ha. When I
am finally dead and buried and gone, YOU WILL NOT ONLY NEVER FIND A
REPLACEMENT FOR ME WHO IS ANYTHING LIKE ME AND WHO COULD HOLD UP SO
LONG AND WELL AGAINST TOTAL SCUMBAG GARBAGE CHEWERS LIKE YOU ALL, BUT
YOU WILL LOOK BACK AND WONDER WHY YOU FINISHED ME OFF SO SOON, AS
NOW, I AM NOT HERE ANYMORE FOR YOU TO MOTHER FUCKING KICK THE SHIT
AROUND, NO MORE ME, NO WAY TO REPLACE ME, NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
W-----O-----W,
S-DAY
NIGHTMARE!!!!!!!!
COPYRIGHT
CLAIMANT NAME: MARK WAYNE MOHR
ALSO,
WHY
DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER?
MARK
WAYNE MOHR, AND HIS BLOG
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!!!!!!!!!!
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When
I climbed out of the bed, even worse cunt chewing agonizing
nightmares continued on for me.
{{{(((O---U---C---H)))}}}
55555555555555555555
WHERE
ARE YOU DIANA ZUUDLOCRONESSIA ARTEEMIS WHEN YOUR LITTLE FREAKING BOY
NEEDS YOU SO MUCH, AWESOME GIRL??????????????
WHEN
THE CAT'S AWAY, ….....
*******ISIS-JUPITER
NEEDS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE, CHAPTER 0004*******
''Me
from 1985'', I'm Criana for Diana, oh precious sweet Diana, you have
gone away, no matter what I do you will not stay. I try so hard every
night and every day, but no matter what I do you went away. Come back
to me LIGHTNING!!!!!!!
©
THESE LYRICS ARE COPYRIGHT, ME, IN EARLY 1985.
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I
said there was a final message, and you can bet your bottom mother
fucking dollar that there is, ladies and gentlemen, and I don't have
to off my best friend out of jealousy, or upset Fran and Burn in
Oaklyn or any Newton Creek residents with any of my fire-boats, to
begin telling it, wonderful and non-wonderful folks alike. Seabottom,
this is for you more than the others, but this is a message for all
of you, out there, in that magic world called cyberspace. Don't cum
in your underwear now Harry Potter, save it for that lovely young
brown haired girlfriend of yours over at the Pig-Speckle School. She
would sure put me in fucking jail!!!!!!!!!!
Here
is th ongoing message about many things, and these are in no way
meant to be derived as the meaning of life, the moaning of life, or
any other private on-going's of Harry and his
girlfriend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Before
we go there, my
nabes are being jerk offs again.
I have noticed whenever I say anything nice or do any kind of a
retraction type of thing, as I did on my previous blog, kaboom, it
sort of puts a license in their mailbox cosmically, to start pouring
shit on with me all over again. Let me explain
all of this a little better, old pal Derrijo Exxon.
Here is what is ''haaaaapening'', old buddy, as it began around
quarter past mother fucking three this cunt sucking ass morning,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BANG-SLAM,
the jerk off bastard door-slamming-guest, that I wouldn't even begin
to guess the name of this guest, Sarah-Stacey-Isis-Jehovah
Karge-Krassle, along with your numerous
wonderful ASTRAL-PLANE GAMES;
such as this one on Pearl Harbor day of 1996, or 12-17-1996;
aha-aha-aha Mike McNulty, and yes, I looked at the page to make sure
the hack didn't small the name out, mother fuckers in the I DON'T
HAVE ANY OTHER LIFE OTHER THAN TO SCREW WITH MARK WAYNE MOHR ETERNITY
FUCKING CLUB, or for short the (IDHAOLOTTSWMWMEF CLUB) not the
Idlewild club but the IDOL-WATTS if you need this for a good
pronunciation, like they do in fucking ass dictionaries; aniwho, all
folks, not just your clan Mister
fucking evil McGuire old 'buddy';
but the first loud slam was around twenty minutes past three in the
cunt chewing morning, then came another two of them and they were
loud and woke me up each time, Sheriff Mascara SIR, one around 4:20
and 5:20, along with the initial slam-bang around 3:20, all three
give or take ten minutes. Then it went on until around one thirty
this cunt chewing fucking afternoon. This is why I am doing this
mother fucking blog!!!
There
was no ay to go to the beach as even though it is 80 and feels 90, it
is very overcast, and I'd just be wasting my time playing the fucking
pussy-command counter-attack game with the fucking
NCC-CLOUD-WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE!!!!!
Talk
about fucking wild weird miracles, it just instantly cleared and went
from dark and cloudy-drizzly, to bvright hot sunny, just as I was
finishing up that previous fucking paragraph. Like WOW,
S-DAY-MACY-TECHS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh those horrible fights I
used to have in the eighties with MOM, you would not have liked me
very much, Abbey Carmichael, even though I was innocent. To everyone
fucking cunt else, I am always the guilty fucking BAD-GUY, and this
is the way it goes, and always has gone, old friend, Sigmund
Malyeska, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am not saying that the only way to test out hyperspace theory is to
create unknown art by known artists, a little thing I sort of picked
up from Doctor Chief of Staff Medical Center Lockner's hyperspace,
from the original Star Trek, Mister Immortal who's stage-name is
perfectly know to me but is being hacked out of my mind with ETOSS
POWERS of the LAMBRIGGER PAWM-PIE, who ended up in the Twilight Zone
after jumping off a train, oh, Mister Flint, they usually unlock the
mind hack freeze if you fink about it in more details than WOMO wants
done; not that they want anything done, right ex-governor Kean and
Golden Nugget Hush Hush Casino shit of late 1983 Atlantic City, and
not the Willoughby Funeral Home of band concerts and late nineteenth
century areas of less stress and pressure; but aniwho Flo Poolbox; I
did sort of learn a lot from this man and his wild collections
because he really was all of those peeps in the past; still, this is
by no means the only way to play with hyperspace-equation, as I have
termed it or to experiment with the goal and motive of receiving a
certain HSE or Hyper-Space-Effect. These other avenues are just as
bit as fascinating as creating techno-pop bull shit songs, to watch
universes slide and bump up against each other, in the night, so to
speak. All this will be explored a lot more in the blogs to follow,
but my fave experiment is of course, creating musical unknown tunes.
It always has effects, and if shit is not backed off soon, I will not
have a thing to prove, once I make 20 copies on cassettes, from my
Windows Media Player on my PC, of my file after it is repaired to
where I had improved my 1983
song, 'YBCO'.
You will see biblical proportion fuck ups around the world if this
keeps going against me. Think it is a poker bluff huh, you'll-C! They
perhaps won't see, and need to learn the hard fucking way, and so
they fucking shall, dear-world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND
I ACTUALLY THOUGHT THESE FUCKING TIMES AND DAYS WERE BAD, WOW, SPEAK
ABOUT THE EPITOME OF CONTRASTS, JUMPING OUT AT A FUCKING PERSON. We
sure don't need the great Pleadian's, or the great Mayans, or the
great JEWELLY
WHITE'S SECOND CALENDAR; that all began with or without Sabrina
Collins, on the twenty-second day of last December, back in
twenty-twelve. NO MISSES MAROLA, where are you when I could just use
hearing you say, ''Hi
Mark'',
and I promise that I won't sample you and make a brand new song out
of that. You have my word of honor; and
please don't say, 'my word of what'?, as Jim Burr did not trust me;
yet it was Jim Burr who wanted that secret meeting, with my mom, and
Elsie, and him;
that day in the summer time of 1989; up at that White Horse Pike
Diner, in Voorhees, New Jersey; and excluded me from their little
secret meeting club, as though they were trying to emulate the mighty
Bohemians. Muster Macy, it's your turn, sir. WOW! OH
SHIT
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WHEN WILL I EVER GET TO REST IN ETERNAL
FUCKING PEACE????????? OH WELL, THEY HAVEN'T TORMENTED ME AS LONG AS
POOR SARAH KARGE, AND NELSON MANDELLA, NOT YET, NOT IN THIS ONE
SINGLE SEQUENCE OF MY NIGHTMARE DREAM DOWNS.
W-----O----W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well peeps, I am going to watch my little old fucking TV, and fix me
a little bit of me' ol' Betty Davis DIN-DIN, along with some roaches
all mixed in with the food. WEEEEEEEE, they don't make films like
this anymore. All the action and blood in the world, but they don't
and they just can't do it any more, and this is because ALL THE
TALENT HAS ABDICATRED THE THRONES OF HELLY-WEIRD. As Diana Ross would
put it when she isn't screaming at me that she doesn't need this, on
how no nothing; ''MOTHING LASTS FOREVER''. The girl is 100% on the
freaking $$$$$$$$$$$! These
'SMALLS WHEN I AM NOT LOOKING', HACKER SWINE MUFF DIVER COCK SUCKERS,
really have zero zero minus one lives, right fucking Kenny Rogers,
and Superman??????
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, 1983 REWRITE
(C)2012
NEW LYRICS, FROM OLD TUNE,
'GIRL,
I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING'
COPYRIGHT
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2012, REWRITE FROM 1983 ALSO COPYRIGHTED UNDER TITLE
THEN, “GIRL, I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, NOW UNDER REWRITE TITLE OF
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
VERSE
ONE
I'm
so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new
Let
me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few
Oh
my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew
We're
down and out, and we will even go to work for you
You
seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two
I
am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue
While
we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe
Oh
please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you
We'll
help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew
But
greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
And
I'm not giving any freaking fish away
VERSE
TWO
So
when you add your salty tears directly in the sea
And
when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me
Just
take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty
And
right into the undertow, and stop annoying me
And
talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish
You
loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch
I
have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled
So
either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed
Guys
like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled
People
say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day
But
I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay
So
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
THREE
They
say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand
And
mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand
Storms
blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died
The
sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried
And
on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned
Ignoring
waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound
Just
another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill
A
lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill
The
king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again
Yet
locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
So
yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay
And
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
FOUR
You'll
be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer
You'll
be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer
You'll
be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking
You'll
be crossing over, watching all the others eating
Feasts
with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating
Forever
seeing many fish, but never on your plate
You
had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover
Forever
doomed to hear the words you always used to say
That
you've been working hard out in the sun all day
Oh
yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay
So
you're not giving any of your fish away
END
OF SONG.
THIS
DAM SONG HAS CAUSED THE WORST YEAR FOR ME NOW, SINCE I DIED OF AIDS
IN 1983; AND AS YOU KNOW, NOTHING CAN KILL ME FOREVER, AND THE GRAVE
IS UNABLE TO HOLD A CURSED, AND CHOSEN
HUNTINGTON.
LISTEN
TO THIS ON YOUTUBE, AND SING ALONG, YO!
IN
THE MIDDLE OF JANUARY OF 2013, I GET INTO STUFF ABOUT WHY FOLKS WILL
NOT TRUST USING MY LINKS, AS THERE SEEMS TO BE SOME MAGICAL HACKING,
THAT IS CONNECTED TO ALL OF THIS; SO KEEP READING FROM HERE THROUGH
THE BLOGS OF JANUARY, OF TWENTY-THIRTEEN, GOOD FOLKS.
DO
NOT DOUBT TIME MAINPULATION, OR 'STM'.
IT
IS REAL. IT is all part of the (NCC-CLOUD)!!!!!!!
IT
MAY NOT WORK THE WAY YOU THINK IT DOES.
BUT
PEOPLE, I ASSURE YOU, IT IS VERY REAL, AS REAL AS REAL CAN EVER BE;
AND A CODE FROM SSJKK.
MORIANITY-7
YES
THESE ISIS-JEHOVAH WITNESSES BLOGS CAN ALWAYS DOUBLE AS THE
MORIANITY-7 GROUP. BUT WHO IN ALL HONESTY GIVES A MOTHER FUCKING 1969
HOOT POLLUTE, ANIWHO, YO?????????????????? Get real, old pal from
1980, mister Robert Schlay, on Jefferson Supergirl Street, in Camden
Hall, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some mother
fucking jerk off super BLACK HAT CRACKER-HACKER IS MESSING WITH ME,
BOB MCDOWELL, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, in violation of my
FIRST AMMENDMENT CIVIL RIGHTS UNDER THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION,
so let me sign off before they make shit even fucking worse,
YO!!!!!!!! JACK MCCOY SAID IT ALL ON LAW & ORDER, ''YOU HAVE ONLY
THOSE RIGHTS YOU CAN DEFEND, ONLY THOSE RIGHTS. IF ANYONE EVER TRULY
FUCKING SAID A 'MOUTH FULL'', THIS WAS ANDSTILL IS, TOTALLY IT.
“Chemtrails
of 1987” ** 'MY' PERSONAL STORY ON YOUTUBE!
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
***
THEY
TOTALLY HACK ME, AND VIOLATE MY FIRST AMMENDMENT RIGHTS, AND GET
FUCKING TOTALLY AWAY WITH IT, YO. Someday, you all will burn in
eternal fucking ass hot hell, you cock licking ass
bastards!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Techno-pop,
created/produced/sang/ entirely by computer technology. Still, most
peeps above shoe size IQ, know that the
intro to the song,
was the sample for the harmony vocals, wow; what a new age we are
living in, YO.
The
past is dead and gone, and someday, all this garbage on Planet Earth
will be as well, burnt to a crispy fucking cinder.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
OK,
SO I AM JUST A FEW MONTHS AHEAD OF THE FUCKING PRICES ON MY
PREDICTIONS, IT WILL BE 50,000 POINTS IN THE TWNETY-TEENS, I PROMISE
U!
JUST
AS I TOLD YOU ALL, AND I TOLD YOU 2 GIANT GINA. The DOW JONES
INDUSTRIAL AVERAGE STOCK MARKET has flown RIGHT TO THE STARS THIS
WEEK, and is up at record high territory, and WILL BE CROSSING OVER
as the next and final two business days of this week come into being.
It is just under 14,100 points now, and just a few points UNDER THE
ALL TIME RECORD HIGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
was all accomplished by persecuting me with continuous NOISE ATTACKS,
PROPERTY DAMAGE, HEALTH ATTACKS, AIR PERSECUTION, and a lot
more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Also,
if I could have capped into my last blog, the movement as shown on
the stock index charts, on the internet page; instead of what came
out, and was posted up earlier; I may have been able to slow the
momentum of this evil monster run away locomotive greed train down,
but NOW, 'IT IS TOO LATE', TO QUOTE LOVELY ALL MIGHTY ISIS.
I
MOTHER FUCKING DEMAND MY PROPS, PEOPLE. I TOLD YOU THAT THE MARKET
WOULD FLY, AFTER A PISS POOR ROTTEN WEEKEND, GIVEN TO ME BY MY FILTHY
DISEASED EVIL MOTHER FUCKING WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE
ENEMIES OF THE ''IF''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go ahead ladies
and gentlemen, and just keep right on doubting poor old puke chewing
chemtard Mountainpen. Now, he is having the last laugh on you'alls.
Here is where your great APE-ICPE cheated DOW JONES will be, as the
weeks and months keep rolling along.
End
of March, 15,000 points.
End
of April, 16,000 points.
End
of May, 17,000 points.
End
of 2013, 20,000 points, JUST WATCH AND FUCKING SEE AND I'LL BE RIGHT
THERE TO HOLLER OUT, TOLD YOU SO,
TOLD YOU SO, AND YOU ALL FUCKING
LAUGHED AT THE
CHEMTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Where RU when I need you, oh great PRINCE,
as my kid thinks I lost it a million years ago, only I did not; not
it, HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am in no mood for fucking waaaaaaaabits, or McNulty jeer laughs
today. Screw the mother fucking world, at the speed of light squared,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOLLER
SLAM, HOLLER SLAM, UNCOUTH SCUM
ALL
OVER THE FUCKING PLACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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