HERE
WE ARE, AGAIN, GOOD PEOPLE, BACK ON MORIANITY, AND BACK ON
MOUNTAINPEN'S BLOGS. DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DECEMBER
20, 2013,
FRIDAY
EVENING AT 6:26
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 73 DEGREES FNHT.
All
cunt lapping day fucking long, my noisy scummy fucking neighbors were
shouting and banging doors. What a bunch of total mother fucking barn
yard pigs, at C-SQ and then cubed, right Dawn Cuba
Lottery-Dad?????????????? AT&T and the Snowed-In Never Say
Anything peeps, all know what's fucking ass getting said here, YO YO
YO YO YO YO!!!
TITLE
OF THIS BLOG, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN:
“DECAPITATED
CHICKENS, AND RUN-AWAY FUCKING STOCK MARKET PRICES”
EVERY
MOTHER FUCKING DAY, THEY HARASS ME, EITHER WITH NOISE OR AIR OR
UTILITY, THIS OR THAT, HEALTH ATTACKS, IT CAN BE ANY ONE OF A DOZEN
NASTY MOTHER FUCKING THINGS, AND EVERY DAY, JUST AS I FUCKING TOLD
YOU LOVELY GINA, UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP GOES THAT FUCKING CROOKED
EVIL DOW JONES STOCK MARKET, TO DAILY ALL TIME RECORD HIGH NEW
TERRITORY, with no real world reasons whatsoever to support this
totally spurious event. No one I know is one bit better off than a
month or a year or two years ago, yet in three mother fucking years,
the DJIA has DOUBLED IN VALUE, so this means that they are stealing
the money of all us little peeps, and we have a fucking president
who just doesn't GET IT and it is very freaking sad to me.
He believes in the trickle down, and this is a bigger lie and a
bigger blacktop heat wave illusion, than anything else I can begin to
elude to on this blog, good peeps. That market bail out was the worst
thing ever done by asny president at any time in the history of
America, and only the well off are pleased about it. Fine so it
crashes and starts over and a lot of peeps lose their 401-K or other
retirement or investment holdings assets value, but here is what THEY
DON'T TELL YOU. It would all begin over. We all all have at least for
a while, a fairly level playing field again. There would be no soon
to come trillionaries, and yes, it is coming, take me at my mother
fucking word, BRO. People today with ten million bucks in assets
would be like those having a quarter mill. Aww, poor babies. But all
of us who live on 5-50 thousand a year, this would allow us to live
the purchasing power life of someone with around a million dollars.
Still like trickle down? Still believe in Obama and his absurd bail
out of the big bizz nation folks? Well, go ahead, I know better, and
I know that I fucking don't. I also know I have the right to blog and
express my free opinions. Three fucking cunt cheers for the United
States of America, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TO
ACHIEVE THEIR FUCKING HELL, THE EVIL MOTHER FUCKING WOMO-MILITUFORCE
SCREWED MY ENTIRE WEEK AND MONTH TO HELL. THESE FUCKING JERK OFF
ENEMIES POURED ON A BEYOND MAJOR MASSIVE ASSAULT AS BAD AS 1987 ALL
CUNT LAPPING MOTHER FUCKING OVER AGAIN.
UNTRUE
UNIVERSE HOPPER MARK???????
YEAH,
SPREAD THAT FUCKING ROTTEN LIE AROUND, AND MAYBE I WILL GET A PIZZA
DELIVERY JOB ON THE SIDE, VICTORIA WINTERS
FAMILY BIBLE GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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Folks,
I ran around like a chicken with my fucking head cut off, and was not
treated very well. This world has been totally destroyed by the
computer, and only a few of us are left and and alive to tell you
this, peeps like me, like wonderful Judge Judy of the television
show, and there are a small few others; not many. I tried harder than
anyone alive will ever know about, in June of 1980, to try and tell
the world what I witnessed in a dream-travel time trip to this
horrible future. I never saw a year on a calendar, and the year given
in the lyrics was just a phrased sound that fitted well with the
music that was not that far ahead in time, 1989, but things even
then, were totally on the way, for heading into this irreversible
total fucking ass disaster. The last part of the
song on the ORIGINAL ''Lois Foca'', went like this, and my
lovely pals in Washington at the great and mighty © Office have it
there to this day on a cassette tape; unless they hopefully have
converted my garbage into digital which is doubtful as I am a nobody
so who cares about me or my material, but it goes like this: ''We
all have a number and none have a name, and all that we do have is
each other to blame, 'cause love is for carpenters'', and so
on and so forth.
MARK
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Now
a lot of folks may enjoy parts of what follows, as I open this new
path up a bit, but it is meant directly for one viewer in particular
who knows this. People have truth out of order. Keeping things in
this out of order and reversed way is easier however, as forcing
viewers to suddenly shift from what they've known and lived with
since toddlers and babies, is indeed, asking way too much on my part.
So let me speak as I have referred to this before, in
''forward-mortal'' terminology, as I move onward here with this. In
order to shape and mold life around us to various degrees, and not be
the top 100 wealthiest folks with the real power to do this in the
physical way of perceiving it all; and yes, we all know that covert
power is the ultimate power, so keeping that in mind while we trudge
on, let us begin to see some shit, good peeps. Whatever we do that
involves turning our voices into electrical energies, ups by two full
dimensions, the reality of what is being done, before we even go past
the first intake of breath in front of a microphone. All electronic
devices do this. Our telephones, our recording apparatus, radio and
TV, internet with audio or video; once you move reality of just YOU,
into YOU+electrical conversion, you are operating in five full
dimensions, still perceiving but two, yes folks, but you also
perceive many parlor trick illusions every single day. The magic in
speaking into something that changes your voice into electricity,
cannot be fully grasped or imagined by anyone, not me, not the Stein,
nobody, in fact, not even surface-scratched grasped. It is not quite
2014, and the simple truth is that I totally know we are 100 years
away from realizing all the things that I know about this. But I am
going to say just a few things. First there is a ration with who we
all are and in playing around with this electric-magic, and that is
what it all is, FM, ask any engineer, it stands for Fucking Magic,
they joke more about that than the fucking NSA jokes about the
various other things these initials can stand for, such as 'NEVER SAY
ANYTHING', 'NO SUCH AGENCY', 'NICK STOLE ALLAH', and others. I must
quickly say that in truth, and in reverse, the Astral-Plane where we
are truly existing as our much bigger self, falls down into all these
many dreams that no one time or location can ever properly contain,
hence various lifetimes, as well as parallel universes, etcetera.
Still, here we all are, and has anyone ever realized the truths about
'electric-magic'? Well, with my initiating many things with my words
and deeds, praise the SAR, (LORD) ''AH''-'ESS'', SSJKK; and anyone
else standing around any outlandish eyeglass fitting stores of the
past; I too had a mentor, only he saw only the humor in changing
voices all around, and laughed up a storm. He taught me the how-to in
much of this, but when I began to mess around with stuff, reality
around me also began to alter in ways that I could not dismiss as
endless coincidences, happening over and over and over. In all
honesty, I would be in need of a team of head shrinks, if I would
have been willing to dismiss what began happening around me. This
person I speak of, is the great Monopoly Game cheater I've blogged
about on many older blogs when this all began on the internet in
early 2006, and his name is Bruce Allan Pennock, who at the early
seventies times, lived on Beaver Drive, in Barrington, New Jersey.
Now voices are one thing, but when we begin seeing that all things
are on exact frequencies, things go into a brand new arena, that is
all joking aside, worlds higher and away than just using step one in
playing with this. All musical notes from the lowest to the highest,
have a precise frequency and then numerous octaves up and down on
that same pitch, many many harmonic blending frequencies. Any sampled
sound can be made to exist on any frequency, last shorter or longer
than any musical score sheet has symbols for, bounce to 2 or 3 or 4
or 20 notes all over the scale in any range of time, from very quick
to long lasting, and on top of that, there are numerous square wave
parts to all sounds, and bending and moving them in ways to lengthy
to get into right now, can add harshness or softness to any sound,
any sound can be altered to be different in small or large ways and
degrees, in dozens of various ways. In 1979 while in a home in
Mantua, New Jersey, I took my dog, Roseann on a walk one afternoon
before going into my job at the RPL Sound Studio, to a distant area
of dense woods; where I found a truck load of electronic junk. It was
all there the following day when I returned with cardboard boxes, so
that I could place a lot of it into these boxes and bring them back
to my home. Later, this along with an advanced hoe stereo system,
became the humble beginnings of the first music computer that could
do more stuff than the best programs around today, but it was a mess,
it was an eyesore, and when I wanted to play with my junk, out it
came, and when I was done, my mother who shared the dwelling with me,
would have had a total shit fit, if I had not put it all away again.
So each time it was reassembled for a weekend of use, at 1802 Robin
Hill Apartments, it sort of had a mind of its own, never operating
quite the same way. Eventually I learned to write careful notes and
specifications of just how things needed to hook up together, to do
this, or to do that, and so forth. But this is not the entire thing,
as none of this even touches playing with making tapes that bring
reality into a shape that ever tries to mimic the tape that was made,
such as in 1981, when I created Shorty MacInvondi's entire character,
describing the exact man who came to be two years later, out of
absolutely nowhere, Donald J. Trump. If anyone ever heard that tape,
they would roll around roaring uncontrollably, yet years ahead of
reality, there he was, the man we all know and ''love'', Mister shit
head himself, with the ego of three Empire State buildings, cubed!
The actual story of how some music I had written, caused the next 34
years to go the way it has, that was recorded on May 1, 1980 at
Maxfield Sound Studio in Cherry Hill, New Jersey; and then altered by
my electronic magic; is now just starting, and I know Seabottom is
getting wetter right now than if he was at the bottom of the
wonderful sea. This is just the start of shit that is going to blow
your mind right across the universe. We are the universe, never
forget that. We are all of this. We are that we are, this is not
huberous or sacrilege, it is truth and enlightenment. It is what the
ECKANKAR religion of 'light and sound', call, becoming the entity of
God Realization.
Archive for August, 2009
life journal blog 22
August
23, 2009
“LIFE
JOURNAL OF MARK
WAYNE MOHR BLOG
#23”
8:15 Ante’ Meridian, Sunday, August 23, 2K9 ADEG
8:15 Ante’ Meridian, Sunday, August 23, 2K9 ADEG
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 www.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 fucking 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
chauffeur, 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. I
was having totally other issues then, with
HALLS
FAWCES!!!!!
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 fucking 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 jerk-off
fagot 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 bury 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??????????????????????????
Same
Old Same Old (SOSO) as for up here in late 2014, for those back
tuning into summer time of 2009 when this was gearing up to go
thermo-fucking-nuclear for me, cubed, via NCC-CLOUD, or ''COSMONET''
as I named it in my 1994 copyrighted book, ''THE PERMISSION
BARRIER''.
Where
are you SEABOTTOM OL' PAL. Hay if I know anything about life, you
probably have 9 kids and a wife and a busy life, so I know you'll get
to me when you can, I just worry that we are being stopped from
having a very critical crucial conversation. I will tell you anything
you want to know about the Astral-plane, that is not a problem. I
know who you are there, Lightning has told me, you are the assistant
to a park ranger who is in charge of a huge area of the Olympian
Province, covering a territory that has unfathomable area, it would
be somewhat like trying to tell you it is the size of a hundred or
more of our solar system. Things here in mortal life on all universal
planes of hyperspace, or in all of the entire fifth dimension of
large-matter, atomic sized and bigger; and you are very happy. Also,
I am pretty sure you have a CITY-PASS, which means you are able to go
into Sahasra Dal Kanwal whenever you wish, to come and go without
fear of ROUNDUP. Four round-ups means a definite Dogtown sentence,
and this no one wants any part of, the torture and torment there is a
trillion times worse than a trillion Hitlers and anything they ever
could pull off, and it goes on many thousands of years without let
up. I have been there. Anyway,enough about all of this. I hope you
will e-mail me soon, they do not seem to hack it, the only e-mails I
am not able to retrieve, are when peeps do not send all of the proper
things, maybe you understand what I am talking about, I admit I
don't. Computers and internet is hard enough for me at age 60, but
imagine being my age, and fucking hacked to hell by powerful
snowdenites!!! Get the 'drift'?
Well
peeps, let us sign off and as Rockford said to the big dude who
worked him over that day out in KALI-CALL-TEN-OH, ''WE
CAN ALWAYS GET BACK TO THIS''. And folks, we will, I
promise you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
was quiet in up on this floor number 6 until I got into this blog.
Hay, make all the noise you want, you won't stop me or my message, or
my fucking mission, ya' dirt fucking bags!!!!!!!!!!!!
“THE
2 SUIGENEROUS SUMMERS, SPARATED BY FORTY YEARS, 1969-2009”.
Yes,
why wouldn't fucking 2009 be as powerful as 1969,
LAKEHOUSE-ELISA????????????????? And the computer hack that broke the
old machine back at the FBI AGENT'S home at 841 Thirteenth Street in
Blueberryville-Hammonton; hells bells folks; the only shop that
wanted to repair it, was down the street from fagot child molester
Thomas J. Reale's home on Cornwall Avenue, Lategreat Victoria
Gorgeoushair Callio, on Cornwall avenue near the highrise condo
building there on the bay of Ventnor, New Jersey, where the ACMUA
exists in the times of MORIANTIY and all these blogs, right Mister
McGettigan, Mister McGuire, and all you crooked mother fuckers who
ruined my entire fucking life?????????
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”-------------------------
ALL
IT TAKES IS TO TORTURE ME, AND I AM QUITE POSITIVE, THIS WEEKEND IS
BEING DESTROYED, MIZZ PAM BONDI, ILLEGALLY-COVERTLY; BY THIS EVIL
FUCKING MILI-2-FORCE, FOR THE SOLE GOAL AND INTENT, OF MAKING THEIR
DOW JONES STOCK MARKETS FLY TO ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS, FUCKING AGAIN,
ALL NEXT MOTHER FUCKING WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!
A
child can click on the (6-MONTH deal), and see that my problem all
began on August mother fucking 28 this year, the day I added some
real super artificial talent, to the song called, ''YBCO'' and things
never even attempted to look back from that fucking ass point, good
folks.
BOTBAR
TIMES 3, 50% BOTBAR ON THE MONTH, AND TOOTH AGONY!!!!! Only the tooth
agony followed the printing of things before they quantum occurred,
good peeps!!!!!!!! So is that fucking totally beyond cool or what, or
whatever, old pal Bob Andrews? SLAM SLAM BAM BOOM, take it fucking
easy, idiot door slammer mother fucker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MARK
WAYNE MOHR AND HIS BLOGS FROM JANUARY 2006-PRESENT DAYS:
My blogs
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NOW
WHAT IS THIS POTENTIAL
FUCKING BULLSHIT REALLY ALL ABOUT, FOLKS????? I have the kind
of mind that is slow to learn. Once I do learn however, my mind takes
what I learn and figures out dozens of things all around what I just
learned, that seem to go over the heads of the vast majority of folks
on this planet, even the great minds. This is not a brag, and is
merely the way that my mind works. I take no credit for any of it,
and many times am thought of as mildly retarded for not being able to
pick up on new shit as fast as the average other folks around me. But
when all is said and done, there it is staring you in the face, a
simple truth. I took my math book home in the first grade at the
Richland Avenue School of Quakertown, Pennsylvania, and in one
evening, completed the entire year's assignments. Instead of being
given special attention and praised in even a small way, I actually
found myself in trouble for being a prodigy. So a few months passed,
and I had come to learn that I was negatively rewarded for showing
that I was smart and had ability to excel academically. So one day
when simply rhymes were being taught, I acted like I could not do
rhymes. My mom was called in, and eventually, I showed that I could.
I found myself in a lot of trouble now it seemed, back in 1962, for
being smarter than the others, and then being dumber than the others.
It was then that I sort of learned in a 7 year old way, even though
the expression had not yet been invented to my knowledge, my mind was
going along the lines of a similar thought, to, hay, I can't win for
losing. I am damned if I do and damned if I don't. I am just going to
go through school and life and all of it, never being able to please
people, and always being fucking cunt picked on and
PERSECUTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was right 100%.
Well,
in 1988, my Epitome of Harassment cassette tapes, were COPYRIGHTED,
and lots of fucking shit got all explained, and totally hush-hushed,
by very powerful SCOTT RANSOM people!!!!!!!!!!!!
One
of these things were my inventions that David Charles Roth was
discussing on these tapes, that the great UNITED STATES © Office has
a record of permanently to this day and second; and lots of wild
details were discussed. The actual words KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL were
never used. What was used was ITS FUCKING TOTAL TWIN, MAGNETIC
SOUND MACHINE,
or 'Magnesonic'
for short. Dave was talking and saying, quote, “That exact sound
would be right there, in your living room'', well, this is a far cry
from ''digital recordings''. But this is only one application of this
invention from the days of SUNRAM, and not
SUNJAMMER-NASA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, all of
any letters, POTENTIAL was and still is their worry, the
WOMO-MILITUFORCE'S WORRY that is, of me, and what this system can do.
We have nuke medicine and great things that atom splitting has led
to, but it also can blow up real nasty ass bad, and kill off
humanity. Magnesonic has good and evil too, Goddess and atom, and
Sarah, Mark, and Albert are more than just three who know the diction
involved, as GIRL, I DID TELL A LOT, did I not, lovely strobelight,
oh love of my life, SSJKK?
Again
Mister Jimmy Rockford, not only CAN WE, but WE WILL be getting back
to all of this and so much fucking more. I hate every evil fucking
bastard who has hurt me for 50 years since I have been nine cunt
lapping years old, and every one of you \WILL PAY A PRICE,
eventually, for what you all have mother fucking done to me, that's a
TAHREN-TEE-TOTAL-PROMISE, Mister Gandhi!!!!!!
THINGS
ARE VERY VERY VERY FUCKING BAD, MY LOVELY
BEAUTIFUL 1984 INGRID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DECEMBER
OF 2013, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE BOTBAR CHART:
DECEMBER
01-----00
DECEMBER
02-----00
DECEMBER
03-----33
DECEMBER
04-----25
DECEMBER
05-----20
DECEMBER
06-----17
DECEMBER
07-----29
DECEMBER
08-----25
DECEMBER
09-----22
DECEMBER
10-----30
DECEMBER
11-----36
DECEMBER
12-----33
DECEMBER
13-----38
DECEMBER
14-----36
DECEMBER
15-----33
DECEMBER
16-----38
DECEMBER
17-----35
DECEMBER
18-----39
DECEMBER
19-----42
DECEMBER
20-----IT DOESN'T LOOK GOOD!
Well
peeps, the long and short of it all, is that we do not decide to
build a MAGNESONIC. MAGNESONIC decided it wanted to get built, and it
used a human being in the multiverse, me; to create and build it.
Until my followers can learn these truths are real, and awesome and
powerful and outlandish and unfathomable yes, but totally fucking
true, well; forget about ever being really truly free, my friends.
Freedom is not taken from us by masters, but is
lost to us by our refusal to believe ''magic''. To take this
incredible saying spoken to me two thousand and fifty one years ago
by Mister Plato, not that far from Vatican City today as it stands;
I am shouting here on a street corner, with my space cadet hat
plainly on my head, and my jump suit with the word Roswell on it all
dark red and scribbled like blood drops, and the world walks by,
crosses the street a lot, does a lot of
Harner/Starr/Pedersen/Andrews/many-others stuff on me, we never knew
you, get lost, well, fine and dandy, candy pants electricians, but
I'm here to tell you, whoever is reading my words, now or in 100
fucking years, I now a lot of shit that nobody on this planet knows.
But I have great powerful fucking enemies
stifling me and my ability to get myself out there, and a
child can see what's going on, runny nose and all. Until and unless
someone someday finds a way to help me and plug me, no not with money
or anything that I can put my finger directly on, but if a small
group of say just ten fucking peeps would form a club and then
contact me and say Mark, we did it, we have MOTRIANITY, come lead us.
I promise you one thing. I am no Jim Jones. I don't want a cent from
anyone of you. I don't want sex from your daughters and children or
from you. I don't operate like the cult mentality, for one great
reason, I an Morianity, is not a cult. I am here 63 generations after
my ancestor walked the shires of Galilee, and I have the same
enemies, only this time, they are much stronger, and I am much
weaker. How this all plays out with me, will directly connect how a
lot of huge shit all plays out with the entire cosmos. Sounds like
quintessential huberous behavior on my part, doesn't it? Well, maybe
it is, but the trouble is that just like the paranoid nut case with
people really after him, what are we to do. It still really is real
and really is happening. Tell me folks, just what would you do if you
were fucking me. I am very interested, but I doubt my comment boxes
will fill up. Peeps love to read, but they move on, and forget this.
That too is magic. Magic has positives and it has negatives. The
great wiccans have my respect huge time,
because they know two huge truths, they know that, and they know the
triple goddess, as do I. Oh and don't let me fool you, I will love
her for eternity, as I love her in eternity, right American Express
Dowd old caveman Goldsmith????????????????
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