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**''GINA, GINA, GINA, WHEN WILL THEY GIVE ME MY MOTHER FUCKING PROPS ON THE DOW?''**

DECEMBER 23, 2013,

LATE MONDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:26

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 82 DEGREES FNHT.

Ladies and gentlemen, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, THE STOCK MARKET WILL GO UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER, AND NOBODY IS WILLING TO EVEN GIVE ME MY MOTHER FUCKING PROPHET-PROPS, HOW CRUEL IS THAT?

ALL I CUNT EATING WANT WORLD, IS MY MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAM ASS

MY P---R---O---P---S

MY P---R---O---P---S

MY P---R---O---P---S

PLEASE JUST TELL ME WHY AMYONBE THINKS I AM ASKING TOO MUCH HERE!!!!!!!!!

Roseann, I should have shot you in the woods and left both you and all those electronics just rotting away forever. This all cost me more than a throat bite out, and lots of Marcucci stare downs, or daughter stair ups!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU.

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.

THIS ENTIRE MEGA-MESS IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE, MISTER NORTHSHORE DOUGHERTY GENLOW, SIR. SO WHERE ARE YOU, WHEN I NEED YOU; DETECTIVE GREATCLOTHES FONTANNA, SIR??????????????????

DID SOME MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFF JUST HOLLER OUT THE WORD W-----O-----W? JEESE-LOUISE!!!

MARK WAYNE MOHR AND HIS BLOGS FROM JANUARY 2006-PRESENT DAYS:

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Interests	I close my mind to nothing
Favorite Movies	all old movies
Favorite Music	most old music
Favorite Books	gone with the wind, the winds of war, time travelers from our future

You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits? An angry mother. At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of is that you cannot be sure of anything

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ALL LIFE-TIME LONG, I HAVE BEEN DEATHLY FUCKED WITH BY THESE MONSTER FUCKING DEADLY HALLS FAWCES!!!!!!!!! NO MATTER WHAT I EVER DO, I am damned if I DO, and damned if I DON'T. I can turn left, right, stay still, or try both ways, and nothing ever allows me to escape the fucking brutal pummeling of the HUNTINGTON-CURSE!!!

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[ 1 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	For the record.	PAu000662409	1984
[ 2 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	I'm Criana.	PAu000724397	1985
[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
[ 5 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Lost love.	PAu000344219	1981
[ 6 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
[ 8 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
[ 9 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982
[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 11 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Real good girl.	PAu000881543	1986
[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989
[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
[ 25 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity tunes of 1998.	PAu002282717	1998

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WHAT ELSE IS NEW, JANE WHORE BITCH WITCH FONDA JUST CHEWED UP MY ROYAL FUCKING ASSHOLE WITH HER ONES CLOCK TIME ATTACK FROM 20+ YEARS FLASH-FORWARD AT THE ATLANTA BRAVES BASEBALL FUCKING CUNT PARK, YO YO.

People, my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!

THE REASON I KNOW THAT THE BIBLE AND ALL OF CHRISTIANITY IS A FUCKING HOAX, MORE THAN A THOUSAND MOTHER FUCKING POPES ALL PUT TOGETHER IS SO SIMPLE A TINY SNOTTY FUCKING CHILD COULD SEE IT IT THEY WERE SERIOUSLY LOOKING, DEAD OR ALIVE, SHERIFFS AND BOUNTY HUNTERS OR HUNTINGTONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If the principle of REAP AND SOW does not work for one single person,who BY THE WAY HAPPENS TO FUCKING BE MOUNTAINPEN OR ME, then the entire thing is a fucking HOAX AND LIE, MISTER FUCKING CHILDSCARE HELIUMBALLOONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

********''QUIET SUNDAY, NOISY NONDAY''********

DECEMBER 23, 2013,

MONDAY AFTERNOON AT 1:09

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 84 DEGREES FNHT.

Sunday was quiet, and so was today until a little while ago around quarter shy of one, when next door Stan, started shouting and slamming, and then came inside his place and turned up some loud garbage for a while, then turned it down a ways. People have some inner issues that make them feel they need to be heard or recognized. Those who are totally comfortable inside themselves, don't need to express themselves in this manner, or shout out to the world that they are there for all to know. I really feel quite sorry for a lot of my fellow cohabitant human beings, the world over.

You know it is funny in a non-ha-ha way, it really is. Things done around me, lead me to tell the world that wishes to listen, be it my three or four dozen peeps reading me, or ''whatever'', to quote the boy who now is Congressman Andrews; but in all honesty, this horse shit attack that came out of nowhere, and went back into this mysterious fucking land of nowhere from whence it all came; brings me to tell what I now will; and that I had not planned to tell about, until much further down the line, if ever; on any blog, or other public work.

Why did I begin playing with voices and tape recorders, and how does Bob McDowell and Bruce Pennock fit into all of it; and how does another powerful truth totally surround this wild circle, whose name was, and is; Sarah Jacobson? Well, this began in the autumn of 1972, even though I knew all of the people listed from even earlier times, and this need not be touched on. Also, why did I begin to pick and choose the characters I designed and created, electronically, Shorty MacInvondi, and Professor Theodore Jackson, being only two of many of them; throughout many a year, leading well into the nineties, from the early seventies? When this is thoroughly explored, some out here will know the true meanings of my life and my blogs, at least twice as much as they did, before this. Don't ever try to know the full story. Even I am spared that horror it seems, praise and glory be to eternal fucking dogshit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am going to skip over a lot so I can tell just what I feel that I need to talk about for right now. After-all, this is not some instruction manual that must be done in perfectly ordered 'Mizz-Egg-Terry Style' from oh-Marola-seven, hell-a-puke-yuk! I will never forget that strange fucking nutcase as long as I draw breath from this sick ugly old body, of THAT, Kimba Lion and I can both be so sure, and to triple it up; so can the great Lurch Rockdroid, while crushing the life out of poor fragile Billy Shatner, almost depriving us of the pleasure of seeing his lovely ass daughter on television, from the days of not her daddy's Oldsmobile, right through to the Trinidad Priceline connection, that I find impossible not to draw the inference of coincidence number 5934020488333958.

Once I saw that reality around me began to always in some way or another, bend and curve and alter, and connect into things I was hypothetically talking about with these made up electronic characters, I then began to also come to realize the real powerful kicker in all of fucking this, folks. It seemed that if I wanted to make somebody or some event, begin to connect into something that would further my goals of whatever they may be, which altered quite dramatically throughout these years, early seventies to early nineties; I simply began discussing with this 'electronically created' person, those very items. Then I would mix in the interruption-dubbing which made listening back so funny, that even I found myself rolling on the floor in fits of uncontrollable laughter. I actually had my friend Dave Roth so out of control, he broke one of the two couches in the living room in 1986, at the rented home in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, owned by that dirt bag realty/lawyer family, Richard Karpf, and his father and brothers. You fucking asshole hackers have zero life. It is beyond fucking pathetic. If I do not look and then correct, every time I capitalize a word, it comes out in fucking 'smalls', no matter how I hold down that fucking shift key, but IF I LOOK, it breaks the hack, kind of a Quantum-Dynamic-Hacking operation, if I do say so myself, Doctor Hawking.

I have lived here now throughout five Decembers, most of 2009's December, and all of the others except for the ending of the current one, all of the three middle ones of 2010, 2011, and 2012; and I've never ever seen it so fucking hot this time of year, not even in eastern south-central freaking ass Florida Flower-land of mystical voices and songs, right Joe Berrios, old Snowed In and bugged, army pal????????

Now to get back on point, and go through a real couple examples, to illustrate my point in hopeful crystal clarity, and I know for sure, my pal 'Seabottom' will be glad to get this information, and I am more than happy to provide it, and hope that some time in the New Year, he might be able to tell me or guide me through how he can send me a copy of any of my music that he might possibly have, as very little of it survived the trip to Florida with me on that fateful blizzard frigid night when I left the northeast forever behind and escaped my horrible tormenters, the KINGS, saga or no saga, of great unknown pathetic 1983 song writers!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Is this #5934020488333959, or am I just in need of couch time, a team of docks, and lots of meds to put me in la-la land? You tell me, TRUTH PATRIOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So down to cases we go, folks. I wanted certain things I'd rather not publicly mention, to happen, in 1979, and began playing with the voices, not in anywhere near the way I did later on after my treasure find in the deep woods about 15 miles from my house while walking my dog, a little bit later on in the year of 1979, and again, during those magical waterloo times for me of after Halloween and up through New Years Day. Sure enough, my little antics brought the move from this house to 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, my demos, and so much more into existence, and even caused a huge eruption, Mount Saint Helen's. It also had unforeseen side effects, such as the great SCYLLA singing ''Love is for Carpenters'' to me in a powerful ''dream'', shortly following my move into that apartment. This event in all honesty altered the course of my miserable life forever. Then came the tape that I made shortly before the move on the night of the thirtieth of April in 1980. This conversation was all about a giant dude with a giant ego, who controlled New York and and Atlantic City, had an ego that wouldn't fit in two ocean basins, owned many huge properties, boats and planes, and you name it; and bragged and intimidated me, calling me ''hot shot'', and telling me mean things about my ''princess'', as I called her then; the great disco singer, Donna Summer. This was something between Donna and me, and is nobody's business, so please never ever try and pump me on it. Others too were involved, and even though they all are dead now I believe, out of respect for their family, I will remain silent on this issue.

Right after I did the Shorty tape, which included what no one out there in the AQUARIUS WORLD ever got their grubby hands on; speaking of Donna not WFMU Summer; I began making copies onto cassettes from the open reel masters they were recorded originally on. These were more advanced where he would say horrible things back to me and I would interrupt him going, ''NO NO NO NO'' many times and screaming at the top of my lungs for him to shut up, using all kinds of horrific profanity; and he of course returned that favor back. But when I began making 3 or 4 copies, things really heated up. Things around me happened that totally wrecked and ruined my potential chance for any happiness ever, for me in this life. Then it was but a couple more short years, and along came this monster, the man we all know and hate, and many love for reasons that always eluded me more than trying to fit a unified field theory into three dimensions; one bright day, he just appears on the scene. No one ever knew him before that day, just POOF, and there he was. One day I told David Roth in 1988 about all of this and that if I ever took one of these tape copies, re-recorded it onto the full-track open reel mastering machine, then turned the reels around to the opposite direction and made a new copy onto a cassette from the tape running backwards, this man would vanish forever, as mysteriously as he got here. I'll never forget the look on his face. What I also won't soon forget is a slip of the tongue made by him shortly after this. It seems he was in a writing correspondence with dozens of very high profile name recognized people, one being the man who had recently lied under oath to an official United States Senate Sub-Committee, late the previous year, regarding the Contra and the CIA selling guns to questionable folks, and here is Dave, in a personal correspondence with this great Director of Operations of the snowed-In Never Say Anything club, the NSA, Mister Oliver North, and his drugged up party girl secretary, Fawn Hall. So far now, we get my demo tapes, the LOIS FOCA and SCYLLA, who was ten here in this life when she sang this to me; and the creation of the Donald; but this was where things begin, and in no way where they come close to ending, let alone being in a middle area even. Still, the blindside-effect of these experiments, is that like trying to win a huge billion dollar lottery jackpot or dam near, the numbers you must match to accomplish this are mind boggling. In other words, combinations of possible unseen events that come up to kick your ass hard and fast and down on the mat, over and over again; will always be there as a very dangerous ominous side effect, to an otherwise cool and wild scientific experiment. Real scientists will never recognize me as a peer, even if I had degrees totally covering my walls, and then some more. This is because I break the golden rule of the scientific community. I EXPERIMENT ON MYSELF. Well, why not? Who made these mother fucking bastards god almighty, to determine that rule, aniwho?

Now this is merely to open up the door to the experiments that all led up to my eventual creation of the great machine, for slang, called, MAGGIE. Its real name is KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL, ALSO KNOWN AS (AKA) MAGNESONIC, for short. One person on this planet has a very high IQ. His code name begins with an 'S', and ends with an 'M'. But there is a lot more I want to tell you and any other interested folks, as we move this along in 2014. It will not only discuss this machine or really, this TECHNOLOGY, as a bunch of the right electronic guts so to speak on a living room floor, along with the know-how; 'IS THE MACHINE'. I merely hope someday to put the actual part of it that would be considered by many musicians as the UMC or the Ultimate Music Computer, into a large lightweight keyboard with comfortable wearable straps, and with current micro-tech, twenty or thirty loaded terabyte flash-drives can be plugged into the side of it, and any kind of music, any kind of anything, can be created, and then with the originality of the user to work around existing things, brand new totally fresh stuff can be made, and an entire new music will then come to be, hopefully, as what we have over the past 40 years, is getting lousier and lousier, and most of us know it, but won't ever say it, for fear of group peer pressure and total ostracizing.

Well, I have a few things to take care of while the business world still is open for the day. So let me post up and I will return, Admiral Hymns, or whatever, from Oak Street. Yeah PP, I made this all up. Wow, the ultimate compliment. This means I have the greatest fucking imagination on the planet, and need to be hired, yesterday, out in Hollywood, at a 500-G annual starting salary, which I would not be able to accept. You see PP, I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING IMAGINATION, and all this shit is very very very Ingrid-84 totally ass REALE, right Pervo-Tom of Ventnor???????????????????????????????

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 any 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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!

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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 WAYNE MOHR AND HIS SONGS & COPYRIGHTS:

Out of them all, only two are really going to tell the story of my life to the future generations of this world that hate the G-20 as much as I do and the TRUTH PATRIOTS do, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! Here they are!!!!!!!

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989

And are the years of these music projects, coincidence number five point nine quadrillion and whatever, plus the next higher far right digit, Steve Hawking, oh great mighty mind-stein????

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.

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August 23, 2009

“LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOG #23”
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''.

“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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My blogs

• Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
• Morianity Foundation
• The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version
• To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian
• RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL

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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:

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DECEMBER 19-----42

DECEMBER 20-----45

DECEMBER 21-----48

DECEMBER 22-----45

DECEMBER 23-----IF BOT, 48. IF NOT, 43.

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????????????????

HERE WE ARE, AGAIN, GOOD PEOPLE, BACK ON MORIANITY, AND BACK ON MOUNTAINPEN'S BLOGS. DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AS 2013 SLOWLY CREEPS TOWARDS ITS GRAVE; I CAN SAY ONLY THESE WORDS, TO IT. A FINE FAREWELL, AND A HUGE GOOD RIDDANCE, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! WHAAAA.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING MORIANITY NEBNOOSHOO MOUNTAINPEN'S NEW BLOGS, CHAPTER TITLE,

HOPEFULLY YOU ARE ENJOYING THIS. IF NOT, YOU CAN SWITCH OVER TO THE BLOG OF, DETAILED NIGHTMARES OF ELMER H. PENNINGTON, OR EVEN MARTHA STUART'S GREAT RECIPES. WHATEVER SINKS YOUR SUBS FOLKS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

OH LOVELY LUNA, AKA DIANA ARTEEMIS, AKA, 'THE MOON'

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WHERE DOES IT ALL GO, GRACE COOPER RIVER PARK MESSENGER, 4 YEARS LATER?

http://youtu.be/KExU0kPESqk (Governor Jesse Ventura)

Governor Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways, so that 'lightning' will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone receiver. Do not bother clicking here, the site was removed, slow Bobby; but maybe our pal fast Jesse will wrestle around with us later on, watch out for Elisa, big boy.

http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU

This is 100% machine created, techno-pop, sampled from the intro.

YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983

NEW 2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH ARE UP AT THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, LIKE DUH:

Only the opening title words are real.

To sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog and click the SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, and scroll down until the page comes up with the words to the song, YO. If you do not like techno-pop music of the early and middle nineteen-eighties, there are other songs at the same site, http://youtube/paulaking2011/ so go there and have a blast.

Good luck getting any of this, I pulled it all down from the public view a long fucking cunt lapping time ago, forever. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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ISIS UNVEILED:

A Master-Key to the Mysteries of Ancient and Modern Science and Theology

By H. P. Blavatsky

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Blavatsky's first major work on theosophy, examining religion and science in the light of Western and Oriental ancient wisdom and occult and spiritualistic phenomena.

Theosophical University Press Online Edition (print version also available). Electronic version ISBN 1-55700-135-9. This edition may be downloaded for off-line viewing without charge. Because of current limitations in ASCII character fonts, and for ease of searching, no diacritical marks appear in the electronic version of the text.

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CONTENTS

DETAILED CONTENTS, VOLUME 1 and VOLUME 2

VOLUME 1

TITLE PAGE

PREFACE (pages v - viii)

BEFORE THE VEIL (pages ix - xlv)

Dogmatic assumptions of modern science and theology / The Platonic philosophy affords the only middle ground / Review of the ancient philosophical systems / A Syriac manuscript on Simon Magus / Glossary of terms used in this book

GOOGLE IT ALL UP ON THE GREAT NET FOLKS. It is a fascinating story, and ISIS is indeed a very fascinating almighty GODDESS. I will always love you SARAH J. COBSON.

Well, time to relax with some TV, and some Davis-DIN-DIN, mommy-dearest roaches in the food. WOW, they don't make stuff like they used to, there is only a handful of Pavarotti's and Mariah Carey's out there.

Now is everyone a little happier, or do I have to cut and paste the entire solar system out beyond this galaxy, as I did once in a distant hyperspace location?????

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NOW I WILL BE PASTING IN SHORTLY, A CHART THAT TAKES THE MAGNETICS OF THIS YEAR AFTER THE AUGUST 28 HELL NIGHTMARE STRUCK, ALL THE WAT TO PRESENT TIMES, AS THIS IS THE MAGNETIC THAT I HAVE BEEN STUCK IN EVER SINCE THEN, JUST AS SHIT WAS BACK IN 1986 WHEN THE FIFTEENTH OF AUGUST ROLLED AROUND. YOU DO NOT FORGET SHIT LIKE THIS, MY FRIENDS AND MY FIENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHARKEY KNOWS THAT HE DEFINITELY WILL ALWAYS BE

THE GREATEST FISH IN THE WHOLE DAM BAY, WHO ELSE?

TIME TRAVELER WRESTLER JESSE KNOWS THIS!

HE KNEW IT IN 1965 AND IN 1986, HUH SAL?

Well great peeps, let's get down to CASES now, as promised.

OH YES, THIS IS WHAT WE ARE GOING TO DO, RIGHT NOW.

Only the opening title words are real.

LET THERE BE A MORNING LIGHT, AND A ROOM IN THE SUN, IN 190 YEARS.

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MARK WAYNE MOHR--------1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2013

This is a re-print from my earliest blogging times in OHM-6.

WHO ARE THE ENEMIES, DISCUSSED IN THE EPILOGUE OF THE MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENNIUM-3?

Friday, August 25, 2006

Morianity Bible, The Epilogue:

Enemies, who R they? They are any situation made up of a pure energy that is unidentifiable by mortal man as yet in 2K6. Anything, anyone, any possible situation, causing U or me, more harm than good, more bad and sad than happy, U get the idea; this is ‘the enemy’ and Christians can use one or a group of several names when referring to this enemy, but I say only, ‘the ENEMY’.

My friends in the real estate and travel game, and one in particular, is looking into where I need to go in the world, where I can reduce the evil effects of this enemy; and B able simultaneously, to live and exist on my fixed social security income. Until then, still from here, I will direct U to follow the MB after U read the epilogue, by clicking onto the second blog, called [ MORIANITY FOUNDATION ].

A child can C that has been faithfully following MORIANITY, and knows what I go through with these rotten runtslapping subskummites, that for the past 3 weeks, these dirtballs have put my puny pathetic little fatass through a hell that would be unconscionable even for Adolph Hitler, himself, and I mean this. No human without outer influence, by his or her self, even Mr. Hitler; could ever B this totally cruel to another, whom wears the same coat of flesh as they do!!!!!

This is obviously Y the stock stinking market has been getting its way, and the Phillies kept from ever getting into the wild-card. When they get close, 1, 2, or 3 games back GB so to speak from winning position, the enemy POURS ON THE FRIGGIN ROCKCHUCKING PERSECUTION, AND STOPS THEM DEAD IN THEIR TRACKS EVERY SINGLE BUNTTAPPING TIME. They made yesterday, the 24th of August, a horrific hell; major chopper attacks, over my residence, following me to the Hammonton Wall Mart, U name it; they efed with me. But I am not even starting to tell what they do 2 me on weekends @ my security job post. The aerial persecution is major and constant, and many strange and spurious occurrences are the norm for me. Someone in government circles, another famous ‘promise breaking story I can endlessly tell’, reneged and would not do something promised me earlier, that they would have someone actually sit with me, and C 4 themselves; the shitsapookna that I must endure at the hands of these knock puckers. No, just leave me out in the cold to fend 4 myself, and endlessly suffer in a hell that U simply put, could never even fathom for all the pick six lotto numbers in the winning pool.

Last Saturday morning on this job post around one and a half of the clock, give or take a quarter hour, I had a real honest to the gods UFO situation, and this never was witnessed by me before, not like this. Any craft flying in the air, that U don’t know who and what it is, is by definition, an unidentified flying object, but though in the past 22 years or so give or take, I have seen some mildly bizarre crap up in the sky, this happening could have an entire book written about it; and if I lie, I accept full pain and penalty of perjury, and any and all punitation that this material world, and all astral worlds, both transdimensionally and inter-dimensionally, can ever throw at me, on top of all my hell, that exists 4 me, endlessly and forever. Most will not believe a word that I will now speak unto U. If I sat U down and said that I want 2 tell U something, but you'll never believe me, and U kept insisting that U will believe me; then I would say 2 U, if U do not believe me in a little thing that I say, does it not prove and verify that U will not believe the bigger thing? Then U may say, what little thing am I not believing? I then would respond, “when I tell U that U won’t believe what I say”. Think about it, there is magic energy in doubting; just as magical energies exist in this short pun. In any event, out of nowhere, a loud and very low chopper with many bright and numerously colored lights shinning around both in circles, as well as straight downward at the ground, and it hovered and circled around me making several loud and spurious passes directly over me and my car, as I work out of my car, and will, until the boss builds us a guardhouse, which is a plan in work at present. Aniwho, rabies and germs, Morians and Lessians, I feel the need to state again to all of my readers, or maybe just to an empty cyberspace, that what follows next, has, nor won’t soon have, nor B able to yield an Earthly explanation. After ten minutes of fudging with me, it flew off the the north and towards the city of Hammonton. I followed it with the naked eye as long as I thought I would B able 2 do so. After 3 or 4 minutes, it appeared to stop dead in its tracks and just hover over the city area, moving back and forth east and west over slighter distances, and eventually just totally stopping dead, but shinning its lights brighter and brighter, and the colors faded a bit due to distance, but still were visible to the naked eye. I keep a tape recorder at all times, and was logging the event or so I thought I was, on a cassette tape, but it never came out. A brand new store bought tape, recording on a new and recently cleaned with isopropal alcohol and demagnetization cassette; had wrapped up in the capstan mechanism of the tape machine; and I was talking only to myself, not friggin' recording anything. Later my watch gained 45 minutes over the course of an hour, and an explosion sound was heard when I started my car; but the mechanic on the following Monday, again and as usual; could find no Earthly reason for it, nor a thing mechanically wrong with the auto, other than its being old and crying out for a good car-Christian burial. R U ready 4 the big one Mister Fred Sanford????? After 20 minutes from when the chopper flew off and stopped bothering and circling me, dead zenith above me, it became, yes BECAME, a pulsar star of the heavens, in fact, the bright one that we all C on clear nights, that if U stare at it; flashes with every color in the rainbow; and is bright and in varying luminous intensity. The star itself, which is an astral city called HYDRAGLACIA, far beyond the province of Olympia on the Astral Plane, literally came to me, in the shape and sound of a military helicopter; and then within less than half of a human hour; traversed thousands of light years of distance, and returned to being the astral city again. All physical plane stars, are huge cities, with great populations in the trillions, on astral realms; as if enough citizens all decide to merge into a particular piece of interaction of Astrality, they do; and now I know this 4 a fact. I also know with the same absolute knowledge and fervor, and total certainty; that an ETTOSIAN force is behind my not getting one person; not 1 lousy person with clout, who sees a huge lawsuit in all of this, after scanning through MB. These enemies of mine all have very deep pockets, and have committed unconscionable acts of violence, property damage, social and human destruction, against me, a totally pathetic whittle innocent victim, as I swear to the gods that I never did anything 2 any one 2 deserve this. B real, if they had something big on me, legitimately, I would have long been sued for libel and slander, and prosecuted criminally. I’ve done nothing. I’m guilty of no more than being a victim of some atrocious low-ego emission cult activity. Art Bell, who now is retired, said on Philadelphia talk radio, the big talker 1210 Amplitude Modulation, on 1.21 megahertz, that there R bored-2-tears people especially in the Los Angelis, Cali area, of the USA; that get approached by 'someone, most likely fortune tenners', and all fortune 10 through 50, are LAMIST CULTERS, and they get shown ways of really playing evil games, and hurting people; that have been targeted for their amusement and pleasure; nothing personal, to harass, and persecute us. The few of us in the large population, know who indeed we R. Medical conditions that cannot be diagnosed, come to U, and all those around U, deer to U; major constant interference with radio, TV, computer operations, or anything electrical, and mechanical; always seems to go wrong and or act up in some way. People mess with U on the road, way more than the average driver is messed with. All products U normally buy in stores, get harder to get, as flash-mobs buy up the stuff that U like, and the list goes literally on and on, but again; we of the harassed, know who we are, and we are not RANDOMIZED JOESHMO SYNDROME CASES. The black cloud over our heads is being put there, by the filthy dirty lowlife trash that are referred to in MORIANITY BIBLE by their true cult name of 'LAMIST'. 'Dark Shadows' refers 2 them precisely, but changes the name to LEVIATHANS; and this still got the greatest soap-show of all time, canceled; so who really has the power, huh? Who love’s ya, Telly????

They threw me off of MYSPACE.COM, if I ain’t mistaken. I was told I do not seem to B there, by some acquaintances, and 2-day, upon looking myself; I only get a strange pop-up screen when I put in my code and E-mail info. Gonna' write to civil liberties, as this will play right into my hands, once I indeed do confirm that I am not legally permitted to tell my true story, when others are allowed, and I am expressing religious beliefs, and telling of horrific deeds that have been done 2 me; that totally are in violation of law, my civil liberties, and constitutional rights, as a citizen born in the United States of America. I have done nothing wrong. First I am interested only in women, well beyond the legal age. Multiply it by 3 quite realistically, and I do not support anything subversive, anti-government, violent, or terroristic. Taken out of context, anybody's damn words and message can be misconstrued, and misunderstood. One example is when I say on a chapter somewhere in July I believe, that if U actually knew what I did for a fact, the way that I do; concerning and regarding the Lamists, you would go out and obliterate them, and U would. I have seen mob lynchings, and 2006 is no more civilized than 1806. It is just way more regulated, way less free; and much farther from when Mister Lewis and Mister Clark made the Louisiana Purchase. There is no runt slapping humor here babywuv, I’m dead-ass serious. No one has any legal right to shut me up or shut me down; and I will fucking take this all the way 2 the Supreme Court, before the 9 Justices. I’m not playing. U will not stop me, as I am doing no wrong. Wrong is being constantly done 2 me, and I have every right to try and get it exposed 2 the world.

Lamists R the 1’s that should B thrown the Christ into jail, not innocents, and poor weak frail persons like me; with no resources in the world, to fight these dick in the mouths back, on their level; in this very Unfair, and Unlevel playing field, of this land of FAKE JUSTICE; real only for the rich, right Jack McCoy????????? So MB is now over, but my attempts to begin my MORIANITY FOUNDATION, have only just begun, Ms. Carpenter. Luv is for more than her, great Sarah-Stacey. Your son taught us 200 decades ago, it should B4 all of us, as in your great city, where love flows free; and no one would think of using words like orgy. Your parents, Mr. and Mrs. Krassle, told me many times; there R no marriages in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, we all love all. Yet they turn around and chase me away from my beautiful lovely queen, and then your kid calls the human pharisees a bunch of hypocrites. Jeese, I guess I am not yet old enough to understand a lot of things. I am only eternity. Well, anyway, click on MORIANITY FOUNDATION, to read my next blog, after going of course to www.blogger.com/ and you’ll watch something grow, bigger than a forest of Redwood trees. Someday, all I need will B 1 person with power and clout, who has niceness and goodness in their isness of being somewhere; instead of Trumpism, Reaganism, and Lamistism; all 3 very wide astral highways that lead straight into regions of Dogtown; a place U do not want any part of, across the great Teck Bay, from the great city of the great Queen Sarah-Stacey. A final footnote that my guru brought 2 my attention 3 weeks ago, and must B now cleared up. He said that many people may get the idea that I am an internet perv or predator, whatever; just since I am old, and talk so much about ‘teen-queens’. I reminded him, as I now remind both my Morians and my Lessians alike, to do the friggin math, for the sake of the gods. My teen queens are the women of today, the grandmothers. They were teens when your stupid calendar was reading [the sixties]. Get your minds out of the sewers of France. I am no perv, and am no more interested in women much under 60, than I am interested in eating loose dog shit. Cut me a break, please, and then go to the MORIANITY FOUNDATION, and this is 25 August of 2K6, so remember; it is just starting. Happy Hacker reading, and keep driving on parkways and parking on driveways; and watch out for ettosianism, the original STAR TREK creator, MR. G.R. knew this was real, and got it all in through the back door, calling the aliens pertaining to what I am talking about, the Tallosions. Happy 40th anniversary Trekkers. Trek on, rock on, and enemies beware. I will get all of U, and legally and properly; but like the Swiffer Mop, I will get you, get you, get U; and that is a promise that you may B forewarned of right now.

By By for now, big KAL.

I am so sick and tired of Atlantic City, and what has emanated from this place, that caused my life to suffer a total collapse and breakdown; that no words can even hope to ever describe how I feel. This goes the same, with 'THAT FAMILY' and recurring dreams of them, that all began in early July of 1970, with medical experiments, and magic washcloths, and surgical procedures, and on and on with that hellish tale of pure agony. Also I am equally revolted and sick to death, of parallel realities that insist on bleeding through, to the one that I try and live and exist in, while awake; seemingly a lot more with me, than what is both normal, as well as would be appropriate. Then, not by any means least on this list, merely last, in my memory order; the MILI-2-FORCE, and what they really are, in the land of 'death'; the LAMBRIGG CULT OF PROVINCE OLYMPIA. Again, this is a condition-interaction, not a tangible physical place, and is why it is not here in our physical realm of material objects and living creatures, that breath, and bleed; and the gods only know what else when the refrigerator door closes. This very old wise tale about such things, is well founded and grounded, in the new at the time, in century-20-science, called “Quantum Mechanics”. Naturally, all of this crap is leading up to some real heavy stuff, but instead of writing lots of flowery adjectives and words in general, I will be down and not too dirty, but straight out quick; telling it once, with no fancy literary work. No one's trying to win a freaking prize for blog work here, especially for complexity and confusion. So here we go, Copyright Office, not taking any crap, and or running on Gloria-ACMUA large water pipes, 001, or is it 002? I admit I have forgotten, but Mister Expert with the three items, that I thought included fire, yes who can tell any longer, with all of my switching and crossing, and of course; hidden underneath the bad erase head of the open reels, FOR THE 1984 RECORD. No, there is no time for Collingswood A&P, AT&T, or other unexplainable things from Lady Korea to the ME and even to the Haddonfield Mobil Gas Station, let alone Richard Karpf, and his real estate office phone number, given to me by a 411-0perator back in 1987, when I asked for a totally different other friend of Patty-Jane, and broken bedrooms of endless mystery and drunken Russel's, from my lovely past, with eternal game playing Goddess-MDE. You know, talking about real power in symbolism; pronouncing this 'mother-daughter-electron' triple goddess deal as MIDI, by saying the word abbreviations of 'MDE'; takes us where else, but straight to music, after-all; it stands for 'Musical Instrument Digital Interface', just as HTTP-WWW stands for hyper text transfer protocol world wide web, and interconnected networking computer systems, are shortened to the 'INTERNET', but that's all, as Donna Gaines Summer might say, it if not up in the future, at the World Laboratories; “That's neither HAIR nor there”! Let us put our walking shoes back on, wipe the blood off, and our faces; and move this right along, before two dogs end up biting me; right late Dawn-Marie King?

Do you want to know, my believers, why no one ever wants to, or for that matter is willing to, ever come forward, to help substantiate, and verify, all of my totally wild and unbelievable claims? It is not complicated you know. I mean really, take Sam the Highview Cheers Apartments Maintenance man, as just one quick and isolated example here, my friends. He would lose his dam job, Ed Green, that's why. He doesn't want to lose his dam job, right Detective Ed green? Who wants to lose their dam job? I went through a lot of hell after I just lost mine last March, 13 months ago, when Big Red Jessica, canned me up at the Orange Avenue & 25^th Street Harvest; and have been somewhat unhappy and unhealthy, as a result; even more than I was before; oh my pals of the great Wallgreens Pharmaceutical Chain. I know the lady at the Copyright Office did not wish this on herself and her family either back in 2008. Still, it was in her manner, and the way she said things, and just exactly what she said, in-between what I know she wanted to say; looking back on this, from about five years later; that allows me to totally know that the Ed Green L&O syndrome indeed kicks in again, for her, and for me. Not me at the Harvest job, but me back then; not being able to get a jump up on these TAWFERS for once. This is not allowed, because just as I said in my first two years of my blogs, all before my 70-day off-grid time and all of this bullshit that came as a result; the White Slavers of the Gallagher McGuire Club, who take care of the family, and hate certain of us who have wrong mix breeds inside of us; and just how McGuire knew all this about me in 1997, is totally unfathomable; but then so is the visitation of my ''goddess giant girlfriend'', at Highview; to quote the great Sam, and not his son, the Williamstown cop. Here is a case where the son of Sam is not the bad guy, but then bad is a harsh word here, as he just needed to “KEEP HIS DAM JOB”, Detective Green, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then switching up here from both 1997 and 2008, here we are in middle freaking 2013, and yes, I said it first, and they knew it all along. When you sacrifice the life of the innocent in demonic ritual, the game of the gods called, “Lets play a different guessing guest name”, allows them to negotiate with a powerful Astral-Plane god named Apollo-Lucifer, for great Astral-Plane power. I don't mean he gives away the 'shop', but he lets the babies in the sand box who cooperate a little more with him, than most are willing to do; you know, torturing and sacrificing babies and young kids to a horrible ritualistic death, in the name and honor of Beelzebub Diabolis, AKA Apollo-Lucifer, the Astral-Plane words are precise English waking world translations, Apollo and Beelzebub are like saying Tick-Tack-Toe, only maybe with a slight change such as accenting the TOE and not the TICK. There is a technology behind all this so called mystical power, just as there are parlor tricks behind all of the magicians little cute stunts and phony psychics who practice deception for money. Still, unlike what Patty-001/2 believes on his persona in his great show; there are indeed some real McCoy folks who have practiced this game of sacrifice to AL, yes AL, a nice shortened name for Apollo-Lucy, whether he likes it or not; and even though he indeed is Diana's twin sister, I will always love my beautiful Diana, the great Goddess of the Moon and Lightning, and in honesty, Mister Joel sir, a lot more than that; and the few who know, not only do know, but have known all along; county jail pleas and all. Yes, it was all a test, to see if I really had the 10 grand buried, as was talked about with the winning bet back in twenty-ten. You see, believers, to add on here to how slow I catch on, despite things never getting past me eventually; I was being tested to see if this was true, or so I have been told, last night by the All Mighty Goddess Herself, who untied me; and blew all the ants away and out of the great Lakehouse Porch, and then put a magic lotion on me that smelled better than her two old time faves from biblical days; and worked better as well, as all my many open sores were healed instantly, and on top of that, after I was nearly healed, and BOO was untying me; she began to give me that smirky adorable smile, that if you do not know MC, you will never see it; and then she sang the appropriate song regarding this. I never said after what you went through with McGuire and all the clan that cousins out to your wonderful somnambulist mom, that you do not deserve all the smiles and happiness in the world, and it is my sincere wish that you have only this, and as long as you wish. I am not against you, just sad that you want to play this very unpleasant game here with me; when out there in eternity, we have so much more fun with other games, like Tag, Guess the Name of the Guests, and your kite flying, and so much more, right down to what would get me stoned to death even in 2013, if I blogged on. Mortals live in the caves, and then they pot and kettle me, for not liking computers, cell phones, and all this demonic crap, that is totally destroying the very fabric of our society. My point here is proven by them, not me. I mean really, we will all be in our own worlds, while huddled together in cities and towns, all separate and estranged from normal reality. It is not coming people, it is here now; ever here of the newest visor crap that Google is advertising and selling. It, as all things, is expensive at first; but as consumers purchase this crap, the prices will drop, and soon, all of us can be all alone in our own worlds. Come on governor Scott, do you really think this texting on the road is safe? Why should my life and limb have to be in danger because I am smart and know better than to do this nonsense, at the hands of dumb young full of cum geeks and techies who do not care if they plow into me, and wreck my day and year? In Jersey, if you are caught using anything while driving, and not as an after offense once caught doing something else, but like safety belt non-compliers, once it is seen, boom, big time tickets and loss of driving privileges for repeating offenders. Why should the smart people that know better, be at risk of injury and death by dummies? That is why we vote for SMART law passing legislators, like you, governor Scott, and I really hope in time it becomes the same law as Jersey has. Take your eyes off the road at any speed at all, and anything can happen. People live on lots of good old IRISH LUCK, and guess what, and this is for you too Mister hot shot hater McGuire, IT EVENTUALLY RUNS OUT DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, there is REAL POWER all right, and my blogs told all about this shit, long before the great 001-2 ever was on the air. Now comes the fun part of the TV show. I am sitting here wondering with intense passion, will this show suddenly go the way of DARK SHADOWS, or manage to finish out by telling the real DAM TRUTH OF SATAN, and just how 'REALE' this rotten prick is and always was and will be? YOU GO, 'TM' SHOW, and be careful, yes; of the great ROOF-DOG peeps, and their ability to not only always be ahead of the drumbeats, as my kid's bio gives away another agreement to my blogs, but also; be careful of the innocent looking things, that get shows canceled; as this is the story of my entire life. It is always the one thing you will never allow yourself to see or believe, that blind sides you, and ends up destroying each and every thing that you ever try and do, to FIGHT THIS ENEMY, call it by an old fashioned church name, a sci-fy name, or anything in-between; as anyone who's ever been its fucking victim knows that names do not mean a dam ass thing, only that this thing, the great rotten Millionth-Council of Teck Bay, or

'WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE', the LAMBRIGG CULT, IS TOTALLY REAL, 100%!!! W---O---W!!!!!!!!

THE MAGICAL MOVE IN HYPERSPACE IN 2008, ON MY BLOGS

The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version

ANYONE WHO CAN PULL OFF THE BLUCRAN STUNT IN 2008 WITH ME, HAS MY TOTAL RESPECT FOREVER, I OBEY MY LOVELY CHRISTMAS TREE ANGEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Saturday, May 31, 2008

short blog number 4

NEVER MIND ABOUT THIS NCC-CLOUD TRICK, PEOPLE, THIS, JUST LIKE HEAVEN, TO QUOTE MORTALS; CAN WAIT.

I must remember that she is the great queen, and maybe in the world of Pedigree Dog-food, us DOGS RULE, but, and she called me Yancy, and said and I quote, “Yancy, remember that I am the great Sarah-Stacey here in this form now, and I RULE, U GOT THAT”? I solemnly just looked down and submissively said, “I know U do my great all powerful lovely mighty queen”. She took my hand and told me that she did not have to tell me about the 2 letters back 11 years ago, and help me construct my idea foundations that R literally responsible 4 where I am today in figuring out so much incredible stuff. I asked her Y she used the sending of 2 blank letters rather than just come 2 me as she is doing right now and talk to me straight up? She laughed softly and squeezed my hand a little, watching me wince from the sudden small bit of pain that her more powerful grip than B4 was causing, and after a 5 or so second pause, simply said, “I am the Millionth Council, and what I say, goes.

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I TRIED TO TELL YOU JIM, YOU ASSHOLE, LENNY (SATAN) needed to devote his attention and resources to change the world as he did such a trumped-marvelous job at and I'll hand the fucking bastard that right here and right now, lovely LOO; and so he made sure I heard him and his girlfriend slut, Miss Chillie on the CB radio, and then vanished into another black entity, a two year old child who seemed to know me and liked messing with me since he was in his teens, and on top of that, his future wife did the same thing since she was of this age or even a tad younger, as LOIS FOCA puts her at the ripe young age of freaking ten years, Earthly, of course. WHERE THE EF ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, MAGNETIC ELDER HAIR IN THE MORNING. When a dude tells me that I am in eternity with GOD, this is when I know he knows real truths and real fucking shit, right down to this wild incredible outlandish cubed, WASHCLOTH FAMILY OF CRANBERRY-DREAMS, HUH DONNA SUMMER; ALL FUCKING DONNA SUMMER'S THAT IS; SHEEEEEEEIT, WILL YOU ALL GIVE A GOD DAM MOTHER FUCKING BREAK FOR CRYING OUT LOUD-ASS, PWEEEEZE, YO YO YO YO??????

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